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Dear Credit Card Company and English Teacher
Dear Credit Card Company,
I'm just curious...are you intentionally trying to piss me off? This is the third fucking day in a row you've called at 8 o'clock in the morning. I talked to you yesterday morning, with a real person no less, and gave you the info you needed, so you shouldn't be fucking calling anymore. I am tired. I have been having trouble sleeping, and you are depriving me of two hours every morning that I could have been sleeping.
In other words, fuck you very much for WAKING ME UP AGAIN.
ETA: I'm in your fucking dialing system? Then take me off it, you dumbasses! Jesus Christ, how hard is to do that? *bangs head into nearest surface*
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Dear Mrs. Dickinson,
When we tell you that we don't like doing the in-class group discussions and especially hate critical discussions of each other's research papers and whatnot...that does not mean you stop doing them and instead make it mandatory to see you in your office and have a private discussion with each and every student about their paper.
*flails* I don't want to talk to you. I don't like you. I don't want to hear what you have to say about my research paper. The last research paper I got an 89 on, so I think I'm fine and...don't make me sit in your office and listen to whatever 'deep' thoughts you have on my paper. Please?
...Did I mention you suck? And that I can feel my IQ dropping every second I spend in that class? No? Well...my IQ's dropping faster than 9.8 m/s^2. Seriously.
I'm just curious...are you intentionally trying to piss me off? This is the third fucking day in a row you've called at 8 o'clock in the morning. I talked to you yesterday morning, with a real person no less, and gave you the info you needed, so you shouldn't be fucking calling anymore. I am tired. I have been having trouble sleeping, and you are depriving me of two hours every morning that I could have been sleeping.
In other words, fuck you very much for WAKING ME UP AGAIN.
ETA: I'm in your fucking dialing system? Then take me off it, you dumbasses! Jesus Christ, how hard is to do that? *bangs head into nearest surface*
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Dear Mrs. Dickinson,
When we tell you that we don't like doing the in-class group discussions and especially hate critical discussions of each other's research papers and whatnot...that does not mean you stop doing them and instead make it mandatory to see you in your office and have a private discussion with each and every student about their paper.
*flails* I don't want to talk to you. I don't like you. I don't want to hear what you have to say about my research paper. The last research paper I got an 89 on, so I think I'm fine and...don't make me sit in your office and listen to whatever 'deep' thoughts you have on my paper. Please?
...Did I mention you suck? And that I can feel my IQ dropping every second I spend in that class? No? Well...my IQ's dropping faster than 9.8 m/s^2. Seriously.