Dear Chubby, Greasy-Haired Homely Bitch in the Back of C++ Class,
I'm so done. All semester, so far, I've been politely pretending not to hear your condescending remarks from the end of my row in back. I'm sorry that you apparently think I'm not male enough and too pretty to be taking this class with you. I was under the impression that taking a class was something a person does when they're interested in the subject matter and want to learn more. I might not be a computer or IT major like you clearly are, and I might not know anything we haven't already gone over in class, but I'm here for a reason. Learning this material matters to me and it's none of your goddamn business
why it matters to me. It just does.
So, that said, when I raise my hand to ask a question, it's directed at the professor, not you. Shut your fucking mouth, let him answer it, and let me learn it. Keep your shitty, holier than thou, I know EVERYTHING attitude to yourself, because if you make one more comment, one more time, passive-aggressively putting me down for not knowing computers as well as you think I should, so help me
God, I will clock you so hard, you won't be able to see straight for a fucking week.
Go fuck yourself,
Cute, Skinny Girl in the Aisle Seat, aka Joey.