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Wednesday, March 31, 2010
To the annoying pixie in my Master's level class. Every monday it's the same, you take a class - the only class I look foward to going to - and ruin it by opening your mouth.
Seriously, what pearls of wisdom are you going to impart on us today? Books too hard for you? Don't understand that reading manga backwards isn't as confusing as you would have us think it is? Do you want to repeat something that is so mundane and in your face evident it wastes five minutes just so we can hear the sound of your annoying voice?
Seriously, do you not see the professor cringe every time you raise your hand? Do you not see the twenty pairs of eyes rolling upwards as you open your mouth to impart your knowledge upon us? Do you think we care that when you were a child you read a lot of books? No shit, you're in a fucking master's level program you idiot...though I don't know how.
Do us a favor this week for our final class. Keep those hands down and shut the fuck up.—Annoyed all semester