You know, my Irish teacher is someone I very much do not enjoy being in the presence of. I am doing higher level Irish. Today, I had learned the poem that we were required to, and we were examined on our knowledge of it. What I had not learned was the Cúlras, or background of the poem. I had also, admittedly, misplaced the sheet with that information on it.
That despicable wretch threatened me with the notion that I wasn't fit for the Higher level of that subject! How dare she...I hate her...Although I hadn't learned the backround, I memorized it almost perfectly within 5 minutes of looking at the page! And she says I'll fail...
She's trying to dispose of her best student, is she? What a fool! Burn in the fiery pits of hell, you cur of a human being! I am doing higher level...I'll slip poison in your coffee if you ever happen to say otherwise again...
...No, no...I shouldn't do anything so drastic...I'll wait...until she bow down before me to step on her head...! AHA HAHAHA!
Oh, dear...Why did those people have to make me into such a monster? They'll pay the ultimate price for their wrongdoings....All of them will...!
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Unacceptable
HororI just wanna get back at them, is all. Does that make me a bad person? Oh yes, of course it does. It makes me absolutely U-N-A-C-C-E-P-T-A-B-L-E!
