Dear X,

Dear X:

I am so over this passive aggressive bullshit you pull whenever someone disagrees with you. This "you don't love me", "I never do anything right", "I'll just get out of your life" routine has MORE than run it's course. We're family and I do love you, but I don't particularly LIKE you when pull this shit. You need to get over yourself and grow up.
 
Dear X,

No good deed goes unpunished, apparently. Don't get upset with me because I couldn't get anything accomplished in your class while you were on sick leave. It's tough to get anything done when a.) 3/4 of the students don't come to class to submit--or even get--assignments, and b.) there wasn't any clear structure in place to begin with. I did the best I could with the little I was given to work with. Did you really expect me to spend three weeks conducting supervised mourning sessions?

Get over yourself.
 
Dear Baila....any chance we're both related to this person, lol? This sounds awfully familiar.

I hope so. 'Cause it really disturbs me to think about how many more people out there might be like this! :eek::eek:;)
 
Dear X,

I know you really, really want to become a teacher. Your heart's definitely in the right place. However, you shouldn't be allowed anywhere near a classroom setting. I heard the stories about what happened when you tutored children in our after-school program. Fortunately, you're no longer allowed to help the children with their homework.

The kicker is hearing you talk about math. Yes, you've told us a million times that you can't pass basic college algebra. But to say that the class isn't important because you want to teach preschoolers and preschoolers don't need to know algebra? Give me a break! Just because preschoolers don't solve for x in an equation doesn't mean that they don't learn problem-solving, pattern recognition, and other pre-algebraic concepts. We just don't call these skills algebra. That's like saying preschool teachers shouldn't have to take Freshman Comp because preschoolers don't need to write MLA research essays.

The fact is, you're borderline functionally illiterate. Your second-grader is light-years ahead of you academically. If our school had any admissions standards beyond the ability to fog a mirror, you'd have never been admitted. I know for a fact that you're making the Dean's list for two reasons: 1.) your husband and friends are doing your homework and writing your papers; 2.) our education program doesn't give grades lower than a B. In situations in which you have to rely on your own brainpower, like on an exam, you fail spectacularly.

Pre-K education is extremely important--and, unfortunately, undervalued in the US. It's a job that you have no business being entrusted with. People keep hoping you'll figure this out on your own, but I think you're going to have to be told.

I do have to give you credit, though. The best academic decision you've made so far was dropping my class before the semester started. I'm dealing with enough bullshit already.
 
Dear X,

What you did was spectacularly cowardly, and as far from truly dominant as I can fathom.

I wish you luck because you're going to need it. On the other hand, you deserve everything you've got coming to you.

I hate that I still want you in my life.
 
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*hugs BG*

I've 100 ft of purple rope that's yours for the asking. Just sayin'. ;)

Take care of yourself. :rose:
 
*hugs BG*

I've 100 ft of purple rope that's yours for the asking. Just sayin'. ;)

Take care of yourself. :rose:

I'll borrow the rope, if you'll teach me how to tie really strong knots. Really strong knots that are tight, and hurt. A lot.
 
Dear X,

I'm not retroactively allowing you to complete course requirements you should have completed over a year ago. How is that fair to everyone who did the work when they were supposed to do it?

Go ahead and contact my supervisor(s). They'll tell you exactly what I'm telling you.
 
Dear X
I gave you an inch and you took a mile. I don't know how I'm ever going to trust you again. Leaving would be the easy thing to do...but part of me wants to stay and make you as miserable as you've made me. You've changed who I am, what I stand for, everything I hold dear is gone. Where we go from here is up to you but so far you've shown me how little you respect me and my wishes. I am at a loss to explain your behaviour, and why you'd risk the best thing you ever had. But you did, and I don't know how to deal with it.

A x
 
Dear X,

When you claim that quitting smoking will make you drink less, then I should have seen a marked drop in your alcohol intake a month ago. Don't come home stumbling drunk and turn your fucking music up loud in the middle of the night. Our daughter didn't get a nap today and I just got her to sleep. I really don't want to have to sit with her for hours when you wake her up. I get that you're on nights this week and will be staying up late, but don't make the rest of us stay up while you get drunk off your ass. I haven't had more than 2 drinks in a single night in the last 4 fucking years. If I can do it, so can you.

Sincerely,
RMB

Dear X,

Don't tell me there was a tornado in my hometown and then bitch when I get on my phone to see if there are any details. It may just be a podunk town to you, but a lot of my family and friends still live there. I'm going to check. Just turn over and go to sleep.

Sincerely,
RMB
 
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Dear Grandma,

I can't believe it's been four years. I miss you so much.
 
Dear exasperating parent -

Get your ass into this building and show up for your sons. What the fuck is wrong with you? With both teachers working so hard to get you into the building, the fact that you are avoiding us is speaking volumes. I wonder if you'll leave this school, too. The last thing your kids need is to move schools again.

J


Wow...it sounds like your parents are much like the students' I teach. I've got deadbeat parents to no end.
 
Dear Q errm I mean X,

Thank you for still being in my life after all this time. I'm glad we can always pick up like little has been missed but still catch up, too.

I am blessed to know you and have you in my life.

Thank for all my books and downloads you sent the other day. I'm still reading.


I love you bunches.


Me~
 
Dear X,

I trusted you, you lied to me. You have lied to me time and time again. I know what you do when Im not around. I know who you talk. I know all about the hooker. I know it all. Why do I keep you around? You ought to know, money to keep a roof over our heads. I will never love you. I will never marry you. Your days are numbered. I found someone new. He treats me with respect and surprisingly you havent ruined me the way I thought you had with my trust issues. I trust him 100% Something i have never done with you. At night while you sleep, I look at you and wished it was him. sweet dreams because your days are numbered.
 
Dear X,
Please understand that the only reason I do not punch you in the temple or the kidney every time you come uninvited into my office and start preaching at me is that it would get me fired and arrested. I do not like you. I would not like you even if you weren't trying to convert me to your heinous religion. We are not friends and will never be friends and I do not want you taking an interest in my life. Furthermore, my supervisor has instructed me and all his other subordinates to not talk to you on work-related matters because your persistent intrusiveness is exceeded only by your persistent incompetence. There is therefore no reason you should ever enter my office or attempt to speak to me.

Goodbye,
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Dear Colin,

Fuck you for making Morgan cry today. She deserves far better than you.

-Cindy


Dear Ovaries,

What's your deal, yo?

-Cindy


Dear Tom Waits,

We should go drinking sometime.

-Cindy
 
"dear" x,

A dominant?

No self control and petty...

I think you need to find another way to define yourself.

:rolleyes:

The "somewhat subbish" Serene
 
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