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If one more person asks me how I'm doing or if I'm okay I will scream. Loudly.
It's not like I was just diagnosed with terminal cancer. I'm just pregnant.
Step 1: Rest back of hand to head.
Step 2: Staple.
Step 3: Lean and sigh.
On a different note, My english instructor had the nerve to tell me my writing was inferior and disappointing as compared to her other students. Up until this semester, when I transfered into the bitch's class, I received full marks on all my papers. They used my writings as state examples of excellence! Now this lady is judging me on a paper written less than a week after I transferred, about a book that the class had already read. This woman is evil and disliked by most of her students because she loves grammar but has no appreciation for literature or creativity. She's planning a research paper on the government response to Katrina and informed the class that there would be no deviations from the [strict] prompt. This is an honors english writing class! I have never felt so hated by a teacher for no understandable reason except my appearance. I come into class each day prepared and ready to work. I don't misbehave or speak out unless we're having an open discussion. This is the same teacher who took one look at my boots the first day and tried to remove me from her class. I'm in an arts program, she should be used to students who dress "differently."
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Originally Posted by Joker_in_the_Pack
At some point, you need to look yourself in the mirror and realize that what other people did to you does not define you as a person. You and your actions define who you are as a person. It's up to you to be a good person, in spite of all the evil you've faced. In fact, it should be because of the evil you see that it's good you do. Be the change you want in the world. Next time someone tells me that they're an asshole because they've had a bad life, I'm stabbing them in the eye with a spork.
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