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Wednesday, May 6, 2009
I was five minutes late to the class when I walked in, when the brown, toady little instructor has the GALL to scream at me in front of the class, when numerous other students slip in past me JUST AS LATE. He asks me my name, I say, "Mary Smith," over four times to him, and he continues to call me "Mary Jones" out loud in front of the class. The bastard then asks me, "do you have any friends here?" I scanned the class quickly. He interjects, "well you don't now!" and snorts in his disgusting mucusy little giggle. I had enough so I told him that he was an unprofessional, rude, little man. He then gets to huffing and puffing, sweating, and screaming at me, so I tell him to get some respect for women and a real job while he's at it. Now comes the worst part - and this is real - he says: "GET OUT BEFORE I SMACK YOUR ASS SO HARD YOU CAN'T HAVE CHILDREN!" I was an inch close to punching him in the face. But I was the better person. I called the authorities. Thanks for making my life you squalid, festering, disgrace to a man if I ever saw one.
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