In moments like these, not even delicious peanut butter sandwich crackers or free trips around the world will do. I am currently at an uneasy stage of outrage.

I need to learn how to control myself when there is a super evil and mean teacher on campus who hates my guts and gives me hostile attitude for no apparent reason that I know of.

Just watch, I am going to confront you sooner than you think because I am not your doormat. Oh and sorry that I am not one of your favorite students, but that still gives you no right at all to treat me like absolute dirt every time. I dislike the fact that I always feel so reluctant to walk into your classroom; I dislike that you always point me out for the things that everyone else does at the same time; I dislike that I barely even enjoy this subject in general anymore thanks to you. You aren't as spectacular as the others say you are to be. Maybe if you were a little bit more considerate and generous to all of your students, I wouldn't feel this way about you because I never feel this way about anyone, ever. But I guess the feelings are mutual after all, because you are just a bitter, bitter melon who is just plain mean in the end.