Dear Ms. Umbridge...
You are an asshole.
I knew that from the first moment on, as I was walking into your classroom in 5th grade. So.
I said it. You. Are. An. Asshole. And not one of the "if u get to know her, is she actually kind of nice"- assholes. You are the human form of stepping on a lego.
I wouldn't be suprised if u spent ur evenings bathing in hellfire, just to think of more ways to torture your students. For real, what are you even thinking?
"Twenty pages of a poem analyse? Great idea! And 48 hours time to read the whole book and write an essay about it? Ingenious!"
Before I continue with my tantrum, would I like to apologize (not really) for eventual mistakes in this letter, which most likely you won't ever get to read , I made. I'm not really into grammar at the moment.
You'll have to understand my time is limited. I'm trying to do my high school diploma to get a scholarship, which whom I will be able to get out of this city. I'm playing cab driver for my little sister, the wonder child, and at the same time I'm a full time disapointment for my mother.
And not to forget, the twenty pages. Who needs sleep exacly?
Sure, theoretically thinking it's my fault, that I have this poem analyse essay on my neck. But how the hell was I supposed to know that you were going to let us pick out the book for our essay, which is half of our grade, on the very day I was sick?
Okay, I would have gotten a boring book anyway (as if you had super exiting alternative books to choose from) You may think I'm crazy. But I can assure you that I'm not.
I'm actually a really nice person, when I'm not calling middle aged woman the devil at the moment. To my defence: My therapist told me writting down my feeling would help me to deal with them.
Also what is wrong with calling you an asshole? What is the point of me sitting in this libary, writing a hate letter to a teacher who never remembers my name anyway. It's not like anyone is going to read this letter ever.
I just realised, it's all a bit mixed up, so I'll sum it up for you:
Dear Ms.Umbridge,
truly,
from the bottom of my heart,
fuck you.
~L
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