from November 2, 2007
AAAUUUUUGGHHHHH! Did you see my desk today? Or yesterday? IT WAS A FUCKING CRACKHEAD NIGHTMARE! Why oh why the fuck aren’t all the tests in a pile? Why is the newspaper, which is in shreds, spread out among the student’s papers? Why have my books been taken out of my bookcase and left in a heap? Why wasn’t my stapler put away, or my pass put away, or my late book put away? WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU CARE???????? I left the room neat and organized. A pile of tests, a pile of stories, and my attendance sheets. The desk was empty. But for two days in a row I had to play fucking “maid picking up after messy hurricane victims.” And the tests? Some were never collected. I found completed tests on the floor. I found four classes of tests sort of clumped together. I found other tests clumped with garbage. IS IT SO HARD TO PUT STUFF BACK THE WAY YOU FOUND IT? IT WAS BAD ENOUGH THAT ALL YOU DID TODAY WAS READ THE PAPER AND TELL BAD JOKES TO THE KIDS WHEN THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING A TEST. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? The STUDENTS complained about YOU! AND WHY DIDN’T YOU SHUT OFF MY COMPUTER? THANK GOD I DIDN’T LOG ON UNDER MY NAME- you couldn’t fuck it up too much in a student account. MY FUCKING ROOM IS NOT YOUR FUCKING ROOM! Oh wait- YOU DON’T HAVE A FUCKING ROOM! If you didn’t see my room, or know Specimen Number Two, then you may think I’m over-reacting. Listen to me- I AM NOT GOD DAMN OVER-REACTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TREAT MY SHIT WITH SOME RESPECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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BTW, We were complaining all day about the photographers, but did anybody SMELL THAT GUY? He smelled like toxic waste. If I didn’t open the window in the morning he would have stunk us out of the library.
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