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I am so upset about this stupid British Lit final I could kill somebody. I've never been more frustrated or have felt so utterly helpless in my entire fucking life.
Give me something I can study. Give me something that we actually TALKED ABOUT in class. Give me ANYTHING. For fuck's god damned sake, it's enough that my graduation hinges on this class, but for me to be utterly unprepared for a test after five days straight of studying is just absolutely ridiculous. Talk about tying your student's hands for the sake of just having them fail.
If I end up dead in a gutter after tomorrow, you'll know why.
Give me something I can study. Give me something that we actually TALKED ABOUT in class. Give me ANYTHING. For fuck's god damned sake, it's enough that my graduation hinges on this class, but for me to be utterly unprepared for a test after five days straight of studying is just absolutely ridiculous. Talk about tying your student's hands for the sake of just having them fail.
If I end up dead in a gutter after tomorrow, you'll know why.