Creative spasms

I seem to be having those lately and I find it hard to decide whether I'm happy about it or not. Of course one should always look on the bright side of things, but when those creative spasms involve having to use a drawing tablet and one's pen to go with the drawing tablet is still missing, it turns rather frustrating and nasty. On the other hand, when those creative spasms come in the form of writing, I get very happy. Last week I wrote a review on the latest Golden Sun: Dark Dawn game after finishing and I must say, I'm rather proud of how it turned out (the review, the game was rather disappointing). And it just happens to be so that today I've written two whole pages in Word on my novel. Guys, I think I might finish a chapter eventually!

One of my less positive spasms was the decision of quitting school. Again. It just happened to be so that my uncle decided to ask how I was doing, mainly in school, and he is one of the few people I just can't lie to. For a very long time I've been telling others and myself that things are all going well, while that is just one big lie. Mostly the keep up the appearance because I wouldn't want to look like an utter failure in the eyes of others, but also hugely because I had to convince myself I still really liked this education. And I did really like the communication parts, but there was barely anything of that going on. And then I wondered whether I'm really such a cold hearted sales bitch and I came to the conclusion that I'm not. So I quit, also because I was going to have to pay 5000 Euros of tuition fees per year from next year on and I really can't afford that. So now I'm on the hunt for a job and so far things are going pretty good.

There is one very important thing my time at this education has given me, though, and it has nothing to do with academic aspects. It just happened to be so that one of my classmates is befriended to a very old friend of mine that I hadn't spoken to in, well, years. Our mutual commenting on his Facebook page brought us together again and soon more of my old friends came back in my life. The tsunami of nostalgia is still a bit hard to deal with, but I can't say I'm not happy about this happening! It was very stupid of me back then to just kick them out of my life and I'm glad they're so forgiving as to have me back.

In the meanwhile the snow is slowly starting to drive me crazy, especially since Christmas has now passed and the Winter Wonderland doesn't really add anything to the atmosphere anymore. It's not just become a huge annoyance, especially for us poor mail delivering people. And really, Landal/Centerparcs, 70 kilos of books? Please. Ugh, hopefully tomorrow will be one of the last times I'll have to risk my life on the ice track with my bicycle, on the one side because I hope the snow will be gone asap and on the other side because that'll mean I finally got a better job.

Anyway. Back to writing some more on my Novel Of Fail of which I can hopefully soon present you the first chapter. Adieu!

Oh come there once looking

I love Sinterklaas! But sadly, it'll over again by tomorrow... Seriously, time flies like a jet engine. Which is good for moments that aren't as pleasurable, I admit, but the fun moments are over just like that as well. But for insane nationalists like me, Sinterklaas, WK and Kongininnedag are my favourite times of the year. And that's without even considering the pepernoten and chocoladeletters and marsepein.............. 

Blegh, school isn't going nearly as good as I thought. The only things I've passed are the Communication test, Project and Presenting. And of course this has Leonidas-kicked me into such a pit of lack of confidence that I'm going to have to go back to the shrink. Which I don't like. At all. At least my classmates appeared to be less horrible than they seemed at first. 

Last week there was a lot I wanted to say over here, but most of it was either too angsty and whiny or it made no sense whatsoever. So this will be it.

Impatience strikes once moar

Probably some of my worst bad habits are my insane impatience and greediness. If I see something I want, I WANT it and I want it INSTANTLY. Whether it's a beautiful person or a book I've been waiting for to be released for over a year. Talking about the last subject, I'm sitting here writhing in agony because it's not arrived yet. Everyone I know and likes the series already has the book and in fact most of them already are finished reading it. It's so unfair! Last year I ordered the book on Bol.com because they're always on time with their deliveries, but the book didn't arrive in time because of delivery problems. I thought I'd learnt from that so I ordered the book at the local bookstore but now it seems all the bookstores have trouble getting the books delivered and BOL.COM HAS A 100% GUARANTEE IT WILL ARRIVE TOMORROW IF I ORDER IT NOW. FFFFFffuuuu--. And why do I not order it at Bol.com? Well, I have a 15 Euro book voucher which they don't accept over there. And next to impatient and greedy I'm also stingy.

On the more positive side, school is going great. The Project was rounded off with a sufficient grade and so was the Presenting course. If everything's going right Reporting, Spelling and Communication are sufficient as well which means I should have earnt 11 ECs out of 60 so far! Doesn't that kick so much ass? Who knows, I might even get my Propedeuse in one year!

Last Sunday was the second NGamer Forum meeting and it was absolutely amazing! We went to Utrecht where we first had a couple of drinks at an insanely expensive restaurant and then we went to the bowling ally where we did some pictionairy before we actually got to the bowling. Unlike last time, my bowling skills were nowhere to be found and I ended up 17th out of 21 :C Thankfully the people who had shown up were really really cool (even the ones I hadn't met before) and the traditional visit to the pizzeria was really cool and delicious. Mozzarella pizza omnomnomnom.

Now I'll get back to sorting the FUCKING BLOODY SHIT MAIL and being in agony over not having Towers of Midnight wahhhhhhhh.

Xena the Special Effects Princess

So, it's Friday afternoon once again and I've once again created my messy private spot in the school's media center. This is starting to become a habit, heh. In contrary to normal blog moments I'm in a rather happy/satisfied mood. The dreadful project was rounded off this week; with a sufficient grade. It's really hard to bring across how much of a relief that is to me. A bit of a less of big surprise is my "more than sufficient" grade for presenting class! The teacher didn't even mention one point for me to improve, yay! Nintendo Benelux can be proud of me. Sadly, they won't know and if they did they would sue me for copyright infringement :')

Last week I was watching SyFy Channel (nerd alert, but I like it) and one of the most nostalgic shows ever was on: Xena the Warrior Princess! Seriously, I used to have such a bad addiction to that series... I just loved her weapon, that round throwy thing (is it a chakram?) en Gabrielle, her friend. And it's almost as good as it used to be when I was young, except now I notice the AWFUL special effects and how obviously fake it is :( I mean, come on, when a rope bridge falls down and Gabrielle is hanging off a cliff, Xena can suddenly somersault (why does she do that all the time anyway?) over the RAVINE to reach her? Lol. But it was still fun. And Lucy Lawless' legs underneath that short leather skirt.................... No complaints here.

Oh, and because I constantly forget to watch Moonlight on TV, I just.. .... eh, made sure I could watch the series whenever I wanted to, but sadly it made me discover the show only has 16 episodes in total because of the stoopid Hollywood strikes and it being canceled. Hurr, I finally like a series (and it's a GOOD one, with COOL vampires) and they do this to me! >:C 

Tonight is party time with Kees and Kees and some more Kezen again, and I'm really looking forward to that. I have no doubts about it that we're going to have a great time again! I AM really curious what's going to be for dinner because normally I'd be eating fries. Mmmmm... Fries....

Also, I've got this music stuck in my head and you WILL share my misery. In fact, these were the actual words Adam said to me when he sent me the link and... CURSE HIM!

Click me!!! DO ITTTTT!

And last but not least:

IT'S FALL BREAK. FUCK YEAH.

The Misty Mountains

Yeah, that's where I live now. It's pretty misty outside, which probably means it's cold and moist outside... ... Do not want :( There's 50 kilos of mail waiting to be delivered. Normally I'd be done with one round but we have to deliver these stoopid Postcode Loterij agenda's which weigh a TON. Waaaah, waaaah, whine, whine. There, I'm done.

I could whine a whole lot more about, surprise, school but I'm not even going to bother with those people anymore. I've done my share, deal with it.

Yesterday kind of taught me the lesson that barely five hours of sleep per night isn't exactly healthy. I already had trouble keeping my eyes open during certain lessons (and not even just because it's so extremely boring) and in the public traffic, but when I nearly fell asleep while CYCLING... Yeah. Guess I'm going to have to go to bed even earlier :( When I came home I decided to take a one hour nap because there was still LOADS of things to do, but I didn't set my alarm properly (5 pm and 15:00 aren't exactly the same) so I didn't wake up in time for dinner, lol. And mum let me sleep, which was pretty sweet.

Ahhhh, it's getting so nice and comfortably warm in here... I love you, central heating!

And yesterday was International Coming Out Day, no matter what Wikipedia says. I forgot to hang the anti gay bashing posting on the window, but I think it's pretty clear for the neighborhood that we're against that, lol. It makes me happy to know there's a day to show everyone there ARE people who support the LGBT community, though that should actually be done every day. Paul de Leeuw's show was pretty funny yesterday as well, heh. Yeah, go us.

Another rather positive blog, let's keep that up.

Go blood! (Happy blog, very rare)

Guess what, it's Friday afternoon again and I'm having a 3 hour break (seriously) before my last two dreadfully boring hours of class will start. It's pretty much like this every week and it's getting a bit annoying, but at least I'm not as lame as my classmates of which the majority just went home. Even though the difference between being home at 1 and being home at 6 is great, I prefer just going to class and picking up the knowledge.



Ha! My last presentation was awful, but this time it was GREAT! We had to tell something about a company or organisation and I chose to talk about Sanquin, the bloodbank. I can talk about that for hours in the first place, but apparently I'm very good at convincing people of things. (Maybe I should start a cult? That could be interesting.) My PowerPoint presentation looked great according to the teacher/classmates which was probably because I used Sanquin's "huisstijl". This was the first time I ever made a proper PowerPoint, actually. Maybe a hidden talent has been uncovered? But what made me happiest is that after the presentation two people came to me and told me they were now seriously considering to sign up as blood donors. This makes me a happy Kees!



You know what also makes me a happy Kees?



1) It's Friday!

2) That means: WEEKEND!

3) And fries for dinner <3

4) Sleeping in, ahh...

It's all great fun today, with the exception of waking up at 5 AM and the woman next to me in the train barfing all over. (No, she did it in a bag, but still, the smell, omg). I offered her a peppermint because I'm so awesome and I remember how awful barf tastes. And I had a few laughs with the classmates sitting next to me in class, huzzah! If only I could go home now and I wouldn't have to do Exercase tonight, waah!

And tonight Moonlight's on, which I really like. Mick and Beth are both such nice characters and it doesn't often happen that I like the main character of a series, let alone two of them.

Now that's a good question

Gosh, I'm sitting here and wondering why I'm such a emotional wreckage. It started out as a rhetorical question, but then I came up with a few possible answers.

A) Because I'm a woman
B) Because I've got my period
C) Because I fail

But then I started thinking about those answers and I realized something vital was missing:

D) All of the above.

And it's so stupid, you know. I'd be feeling a lot better if I cared less about what complete strangers think of me. Why should I be bothered about my classmates not liking my style of music, or why should I be insulted when they add everyone on Hyves except me? When did I start caring about Hyves and my number of friends in the first place? Man, have I become shallow. Luckily the sane part of me, it seems to take a holiday once every month, keeps reminding me of the fact that I have plenty of friends, and the best I can wish for, and I really SHOULDN'T care about all those little selfish twatwaffles. 

Oh hey, there's good news too. I thought I was gaining wait after this disastrously sinful month, but I actually lost a kilo! Wow!

Why am I always complaining? Can't I ever write a happy blog? Yeah. Maybe. One day. In the future. I'll let you know.

Cry me a river

Boohoo, more project group trouble. They're all very nice people and I really like this company idea we have (though I have absolutely no idea what a beauty parlor has to do with the tourism branch), but some people really need to calm down a little. Seriously, woman, we can't help you start on this stuff with such haste that you want to finish it next week. We also can't help the fact that you've decided to assign so many tasks to yourself that it almost looks like the rest of us are doing nothing at all. And really, I don't think you have the right to get THIS angry at me for not finishing the financial plan when you haven't even bothered to send me the e-mail with the information. If you're being so responsible and great, you should have been sure I actually received the e-mail so I could get to work. But wait, you can't, can you? Because you haven't even BOTHERED to ASK for my e-mail address. And if you don't say anything, how am I supposed to know I was supposed to receive an e-mail? Right. I'm going to get started on the financial plan today, like the official school planner says, and you're going to receive it when it's DONE. And I personally think you'll probably agree with me that it's better to wait a day or two longer for it than for me to finish this with haste, making the quality go backwards.

So much frustration on school, blegh. It almost makes you wonder if it's even worth it. But then when I sit in Law class and it's all interesting and useful to know, it makes me happy again. Talking about Law class, we suddenly had a pop quiz. That was a bit of a nasty surprise, since I've only attended one working class and two lectures. Not by personal choice, mind you, the first time I was ill (surprise, two infections) and the second time the train didn't show up. But nevertheless, the test was relatively easy and I'm curious about the results.

Haha, one of the questions was funny. It asked what type of law was involved in the case: Henk votes for the VVD. I encircled the right answer (I hope), but wrote something next to it:

"Henk is a loser, thanks Henk! >:C"

I'm so funny.

I couldn't have bought my new boots at a better time of the year. Oh my gosh, it's so insanely cold! When I got downstairs this morning it was only 16 degrees in the living room. When it's 16 degrees outside, you put on a COAT. So, whether there was going to be whining and nagging or not, I turned on the central heating. Brrr! And it's not one bit better outside. Ah, the positive side of it is that it wakes me up a bit when switching trains in Deventer.

Ahh, tomorrow. There is going to be a long, long, long train trip... Why isn't Maastricht a bit closer? But it's probably going to be worth it, sleepovers with the Kezen is always a lot of fun, and they're probably even better in a really pretty city. I could really use the social interactions! 

I have to go to the dietitian again on Wednesday and I'm not really sure she and I will be satisfied with what we'll see. It's been a really horrible month. First there was my sister's birthday so you eat everything that's forbidden, and then when you've eaten bad stuff you're like "Pff, what does it matter, I might as well continue with it", and then I got pretty sick for 1,5 week... Bluh. But at least I'm doing well again, and I think the dietitian will probably understand that everyone sometimes has a bad month. Right........?!

Salt in the wound

Luckily my ear is feeling better, and even luckier for me it popped this morning, so now I can hear with two ears again. VICTORY! I must say, you quickly forget how insanely loud the world is when you can hear at full capacity again. You know when the world is especially loud? When you're in a train packed so full it has to leave a couple of people behind on the station. But because I'm awesome, I wasn't one of them, AHAH!

But then there was a rather sour moment in this day. We had to do a presentation. That's not bad, you say? Well actually, it's proven by research that people fear presenting more than they fear death. I'm not one of those people (in exchange, I am terrified of death), but I AM one of those people that likes throwing around random facts at completely random moments. Anyway. The presentation felt alright to me, even if my presenting partner was shy as hell, made a hideous PowerPoint presentation and could hardly utter a word. And then it was time for feedback. Conclusion:


They think I'm too much of a teacher.

What? Everyone, including the teacher thinks this, and yet they think differently at teacher school. Well actually, the teachers at teacher school thought I was a good teacher as well, except for my TP coaches. And then one of my classmates came with the comment that he thought that I can explain thinks very well, that I am nice to listen to, but I am much too insecure. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what they call rubbing salt in the wound. That is what they call kicking someone in the already hurt shins. He didn't know, of course, but it hurt so much that class quickly turned emotional and thus very emberassing. Without knowing he gave me the precise words the TP coaches gave me before they decided I was a lousy teacher and should leave the teaching branche altogether. The teacher did give me some very comforting words; she said that switching from teacher school to Communcation, where one deals with adults and not with rioting teenagers, may have been a very good choice to make excellent use of my presenting talent. But for heaven's sake, that doesn't mean I don't miss teacher school and that I don't still want to be a teacher, and that I'm reminded of my shattered dream every day because I still attend the same school. And then this bastard sitting next to me in the media centre has the history teacher education books I used to use and... Blurgh.

On a happier note, it's almost weekend and I've discovered something dangerously delicious at the Albert Heijn To Go; ricewiches. Normally they're expensive as hell, but since they were 1,50 this time I figured I'd try them and ooohh. I wish I hadn't, because this is going to hurt both my wallet and diet.

It's two slices of onigiri-like sushi things, and then there's stuff in the middle (I had chicken). So, just a sandwich, but in stead of bread they use sushi rice. And omnomnom, it's so incredibly de-li-cious. Maybe I can make it at home. I've made sushi before!

And now I'm sitting here, waiting, because class doesn't start until 1:30 and I'm boohohoooored. And the situation is like this every Friday. Do not want. I would be so happy if they could just move the last two hours :( But that's probably never going to happen.

My blog definitely needs a new design; but how? A noob, I am it.

EDIT: OH MY GOSH *heart* Why didn't I know they had this template earlier? This is SO me. Though maybe a little dark. But definitely better than the awful pink.

LASS MICH! >:C

By request, another blog from me.

I only want to make one comment regarding my last blog: TP coaches can be deceiving. And that's not funny.

Angry Germans on my TV, shrieking the entire time. If anything is a good thing to wake up at 5 in the morning, it's that. Usually when I get up that early, my dad is up as well, and I don't know how he can STAND it but he always watched the German TV. Now there's this show on about a blond slutty girl who walks around in the shortest shorts ever and all she does is SHRIEK. Shriek at her boyfriend, shriek at her dad, shriek at her mother, shriek at her photographer. And really, my German isn't bad, but this show is so stoopid that I can't made head nor tails of it. What on earth is this about? Yeah. My morning wake up call.

Oh god, now they're playing Singstar. Someone shoot the TV.

Hurrdurr, I've been drawing and colouring my moodboard for SLB by hand all evening, but then suddenly a classmate calls me to inform me that SLB is cancelled for tomorrow :G! All that work for nothiiiiiiing~! But then again, now I only have to go to school 'till 11 AM or something so I'll be home early to start with the mail, lala.

I still can't hear a thing with my left ear and there's this really annoying beep in it. Don't you love ear infections? You know what's even greater about infections? You get antibiotics. You know what antibiotics do? They make your pee smell like it came right from hell, oh god. TMI? Don't care, it's 5 AM, I can say whatever the phuck I want *snobby face*

At least, despite my ear infection, I can now listen to music again! I couldn't take my MP3 player on the train yesterday, yeah well basically I could, but I had no earphones. Somehow they ended up on the floor, when mother was vacuum cleaning the floor... And... ... Do I really still need to describe what happened?

Anyhow, have to get dressed like lightning speed now, because suddenly 5 AM is 5:39 AM D: Oh snap.

Well, wans't this huuuuugely interesting? Haha.

GOODBYE.

I'm doing homework! Really!

OHMYGODTHESUNISSHININGANDITFEELSLIKESPRINGOMGITMAKESMESOHAPPY!



This is what the first gorgeous rays of sun are doing to me. And I haven't even been outside yet today, hawhawhaw. I was yesterday, I went to the ever so spectacular market with my mummy-dear and when we got home my poor bunny was staring at me with his poor... ... bunny-eyes? He has long hair which needs to be combed daily, but it hardly happens once a year. I've got a semi-good excuse though. If I go near the animal I get horrible spastical sneezing attacks and moments later I can't breathe anymore. Oh and rashes too. But yesterday I decided it was enough! I got the poor animal out of his cage and cut his hair and cut his nails and let it walk outside in the garden. It helped me rake the garden by digging holes and it was really cute 'n all. Dawww, bunny :heart:

That's not my foot, but that is my bunny!

My sister and a friend of hers and I went to the circus yesterday. It was really cool! They had tigers and elephants and doggies and all sorts of stuff and A GIRAFFE. Which was so cute cute cute cute cute. What was a lot less cute was that I was sitting on the edge, at the front... And then the clowns came... And oh god. I don't want to remember it.

And I'd better not get the Red Week of Joy tomorrow because then I can't go swimming. Swimming, you say? Why yes. If I can I'm swimming twice a week now! It's horribly expensive but it's exercise I can live with. It trains all my muscles and it also helps me get rid of my aquaphobia. If I really want to lose weight I have to cut on every cookie I want to eat though. Meh. And take walks on the days I don't go swimming... Blegh, I absolutely don't feel like walking but it's going to be less horrible if the weather stays beautiful like this. One day I'll be my sexy self again.

This blog wouldn't be a blog of mine if there wasn't at least one thing I ranted about. And what's every student's favourite subject to rant about? Yes! School! That idiotic dean is just NOT mailing me back! It wasn't an important question or anything... It only involved me being able to get my P or not... Solely depending on his reply... Seriously, how hard is it to click the fucking reply button and push a few buttons? If he doesn't feel like replying he can at least send me the name of someone who DOES! My incredibly amazing school once again decided to plan an exam at 6:30 in evening. Which will last until 8:30. Which mean I can either not get home at all or I'll be home at like, 12:30. Which is RIDICULOUS! Now I have to make that exam next period, meaning I've had to skip this exam for TWO PERIODS simply because it's planned at such a stupid time. Feh. They're not rid of me yet.

And more school ranting; I still have a lot of Onderwijskunde to do *sob* I really hate that subject. It's all very interesting, but those subjects. FFFFF! And my historisch werkstuk needs to die. DIE!

On a happier school-related note; I ABSOLUTELY LAV MY NEW TP SCHOOL :heart:

And now I'm hungry and I'm going to eat a matzes.

PS: I wasn't really doing homework, you know. Everytime I attempt to do my homework I end up writing a blog :B

3000 BC

So tomorrow is the ancient history resit. I epically failed that test last time even though I studied my arse off. It's not going to be any different this time. I know it. You know why? Because these tests make no SENSE. We have to study a period of 3000 BC to 500 AD. Do you know how incredibly fucking long that is? Do you honestly think you're going to successfully test our knowledge on a test that has EIGHT QUESTIONS?!

Not only is that horribly ineffective, but there's also no way we can study for this. It's near impossible to remember EVERYTHING into details (and I've seen this test before, you want insane details on insanely unimportant topics), which we're required to do because the questions on the test are going to be a complete surprise. UGH, I can't express in words how angry you make me, honestly. It was the same bloody story for your Middle Ages test. It's a period from 500 to 1500 AD, where all sorts of important things happen like the fall of the Roman Empire and the Germanic tribes and the feudal system... And what do we get? Eight questions on THE MOTHERFUCKING CHURCH... This may be a christian school, okay, but fuck. We're not going to be teaching our students about the coronation of Some English King and what the pope had to do with this. And ESPECIALLY not about the Gregorian Reformationsomethings. Thank goodness I passed that test (though it was most likely a pity grade, I know you), or I would have punched your nose bone right up your brain. I kid you not.

Hurray, failure anxiety.

That breaks my clomp.

Dear hot teacher,

You know how irresistable you are with your beautiful eyes and beautiful hair and beautiful everything, but this time you've messed up so badly that I want to punch you in the face no matter what. Really badly. Honestly, they should take away your diploma, rip it to pieces and then send you back to school. How you can actualy get away with being an extremely lousy and incompetent teacher at a TEACHER'S SCHOOL is a big mystery to me. The good thing is, if even you can manage to get your diploma and officially get to teaching, then I definitely can. Because at least I know that a teacher is not meant to destroy every bit of trust the student has in him/her by being a two-faced prick.

First I go to you and cry, because your subject just happens to be extremely nasty and involved a ridiculously large research report. You can't help that, I know, but for heaven's sake, you could at least have tried to make it more bearable. How do you spell that even? Anyhow. When a student with such immense failure anxiety approaches you in class CRYING, don't pull off your ridiculous fake sympathy trick! Don't promise help and support when you're eventually just going to let them fall and let them drown in their own anxiety and helplessness. But hey. You're new to this career too, so we can forgive you that, eventually.

Or I maybe WOULD have been able to if you didn't pull the exact same filthy trick on the ENTIRE CLASS. This assignment was actually not so bad. It wasn't hard and it made sense. It linked back to what we're about to teach to our students in the future. So today was Judgment Day; time for presentations. Because I've been a bit of a lazy bum (nothing new here) during the creation of the 'lesbrief', I would do the presentation. Normally I'm not bothered at all by having to present something. I'm going to be a teacher after all, if by now I'm still not able to stand there and have a talk, I'd be in the wrong school. Anyway. As the entire class does their presentation, YOU BURN THEM DOWN COMPLETELY, scaring the shit out of me. Really nothing they do was actally right and it seems majority is going to fail this paper. Then our presentation. You nod in approval all the time and make positive comments (I'll forgive you for talking when I was talking), which makes me and my fellow dear groupmembers feel very pleased. Your feedback to our presentation was the most positive of all! Cheers plz! The only thing we have to change, you say, are our footnotes and the fact you don't see any info sources. Oops, we forgot to mail you those while we thought we had. We explain this to you and once again you are calm, understanding, patient, positive. So we have to send in the sourcelist by mail and you'll check them. That seems actually decent! Class then asks you when the resuls will be in and you claim full-heartedly: "Oh no no no, definitely not this week. Next week at LEAST, I'll need time to properly read through these papers." We accept this, though we are impatient.

HOWEVER... During our next class, ten flipping minutes LATER, you've been able to send everyone an e-mail with their grade. Except the one group that failed their lesbrief because it was utter crap, AND OURS, because "your sourcelist is missing, you have made no footnotes and you have no cover". EXCUSE ME? No COVER?! Are you going to be bullshitting about things like THAT? So first you tell us how beautiful and amazing our lesbrief is and that you can't tell us yet whether it's sufficient or not, and tell us you will await our sourcelist. And ten minutes later you've already decided you can't grade our work because this and that and all that lark is missing.

Motherfucker, if you don't have a spine and can't keep your promises to your students, then don't say anything at all. Seriously, you're destroying our faith in you. People are starting to become afraid of you because we have no idea what you're going to do or say. You're two-faced. Anything can happen. And usually that's not the good thing. FFFFF!

I'll eagerly be awaiting your "feedback" on my the research paper that made me cry and I hope it'll be as positive as you told me in class. However, knowing you, you're probably going to tell me things in my paper you just said were fine are going to be the F of me.

Much love,
Your secret admirer.

PS: Stop being so inhumanly hot. All I can do is stare at you and imagine having sex. That doesn't help me concentrate on your horribly boring subject.