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I had a bad day today :(
It seemed I couldn't do anything right. Except I didn't do many things today, let alone things that could be done right or wrong, but just do.
Professor Lily Alexander has it in for me, I know it. She's really out to get me. She met with me after class today to tell me that I missed 4 classes and that what I submitted to the class discussion last week was, in so many words, wrong and stupid.
I had nothing to say to her because, as usual, I have nothing to say to people immediately after they so harshly and unexpectedly insult me. I'm just not good with retorts and defending myself on the fly.
But I spent my entire shift at Best Buy stewing and plotting, wording out exactly what I'm going to write in an email that very well may turn out to be a declaration of war. I wish I had the vocal eloquence to say it directly to her face, but I don't. I hardly have the literary eloquence. But I'm going to spend as much time on this email as I do on a term paper. I might even make footnotes and have a cover sheet.
Really, I'm going to outline, write a draft, edit and rewrite, maybe have an outside party review it, before submitting it to her. I've already got most of it layed out in my noodle. There will be absolutely nothing she would be able to say back to me apart from an apology. I'll make sure of it by only insulting her through innuendo. The fucking bitch. I'm angry and tired. Curmudgeoned.
Presidente beer is brewed in the Dominican Republic and is one of my favorite ones to drink.
It seemed I couldn't do anything right. Except I didn't do many things today, let alone things that could be done right or wrong, but just do.
Professor Lily Alexander has it in for me, I know it. She's really out to get me. She met with me after class today to tell me that I missed 4 classes and that what I submitted to the class discussion last week was, in so many words, wrong and stupid.
I had nothing to say to her because, as usual, I have nothing to say to people immediately after they so harshly and unexpectedly insult me. I'm just not good with retorts and defending myself on the fly.
But I spent my entire shift at Best Buy stewing and plotting, wording out exactly what I'm going to write in an email that very well may turn out to be a declaration of war. I wish I had the vocal eloquence to say it directly to her face, but I don't. I hardly have the literary eloquence. But I'm going to spend as much time on this email as I do on a term paper. I might even make footnotes and have a cover sheet.
Really, I'm going to outline, write a draft, edit and rewrite, maybe have an outside party review it, before submitting it to her. I've already got most of it layed out in my noodle. There will be absolutely nothing she would be able to say back to me apart from an apology. I'll make sure of it by only insulting her through innuendo. The fucking bitch. I'm angry and tired. Curmudgeoned.
Presidente beer is brewed in the Dominican Republic and is one of my favorite ones to drink.
