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Mrs. Burgland sucks. Ass. A lot of it, too. And Mr. Tellford sucks more. So what a novel concept to have him teach the most difficult parts of the class. I am way behind in the chapter and we are at 9.1. I don't even think that in the hands of someone possessing any trait that could possibly be percieved as a vague representation of something that ryhmes with competency could even manage to do that. They like, glance at what were learning, and tell us something completly different and leave it to use to reason the problems out. But we can't, because you left out the "why" or even the "how" part of everything ever, and we are left completly helpless to ascertain what to do because we can't conjure knowledge that took people hundreds of years to figure and prove. Besides, it is not as if I have not asked you before the why's and how's. Now Mr. Tellford will make everything worse, and don't give me that "gradually working him into the schedule" bullshit Burgland, we already know how much you don't want to do teach well, and how your kids invariably are stricken with severe illness whenever tests are to be graded. We don't have our finals back! It's been 6 weeks. Jesus Hootenany Christ, there is no excuse for this magnitude of sheer incompetency. It's embarrassing and a waste of everyon'e time. Compensating (in other words, hiding your ass) by handing out replicas of the test before the actual test so everyone can pass is irresposible, which is what I can already gather from your ditching of class to get your children. And no, I'm not going to vote for you in the teacher of the year award because you gave us pie on pi day. Screw you to hell in a handbasket. I am an angry student who is willing to write a letter of your shitting around, burg-turd.
Change some pronouns and bleep somethings, and I could send this right in! The wonders of e-mail.
Change some pronouns and bleep somethings, and I could send this right in! The wonders of e-mail.