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Today was not the worst day of my life. But neither was it good.

Dear college teachers,

I hate Thursdays. You know why? Because those three annoying kids are in every single class I have. And I know you try but seriously, if you can't get them to shut up about their new boots/glittery pink markers/the fact that they're hottiredboredspecial/their love lives...how the fuck do you expect anyone else in th class to get any work done? Not when you stop talking every ninety seconds to tell them to be quiet.

Kick them out of the class. If they're like it tomorrow, I'm walking out - and yes, you want me to do that talk on referencing tomorrow, don't you? Tough.

No love,

Me

Dear Work,

Telling everyone for the last month that we're getting paid tomorrow, and then announcing tonight that oops, no actually it's next Friday...not cool. Not only do I have large bills to pay tomorrow, I need petrol. And food. And so do the other people that work at the hotel. So now instead of catching up with college work next week and doing my coursework and y'know, actually going out to a movie or something to pretend I have a life for an evening - I'm going to be working every day because that's the only way I'll be able to eat.

Fuck you. No, seriously. Fuck you.

All the hate in the world,

Me.

So pissed off. Just so much. And the college kids are the worst. I mean, I have to pay to be there and listen to them disrupt every single class with their shit.

Had. Enough.