Dear Mr. Square,
I am so sick of your bulls***. You will never be half the man Mr. M was.I don't even know why you took this job. You obviously don't car about nurturing the creativity of others. You just want to mold us into clones of you. Well guess what, it ain't gonna happen.
For the coil project you wanted us to do, we wanted to braid it, but you said no. We had to meld it all together or as you put it: "marry it". If I'm going to make something out of coil, you're gonna see the flipping coils. Then on the next project, you told us to make a box. I wanted to make a triangular box, but no. It had to be a square box......I,sir, am not a friggin' square. I'm a circle, I'm a triangle...... I'm a motherf-ing crooked line. Quit trying to box me in.
You tell me you hate the texture on my box and that I need to change it. I say, "But what if I like that texture?"
You say," No you don't. Canvas texture is ugly."
After you tell me what my opinion is, you let out a gremlin cackle that grates on my nerves. Every time I hear that cackle I want to shove my fettling knife in your throat.
Don't you EVER tell me what my opinion is! How DARE you? I am my own person. You have no right to dictate the way I think, how I feel, what I like, or what does and does not please my eye. Canvas texture was one of Mr. M's favorite texture's. He loved the way it looked. It is beautiful.
I am done playing nice. I gave you the benefit of the doubt at the beginning of the semester because you were new to teaching. We're halfway through the semester and you have not shown any sign of improvement. I don't care about your stupid projects. I'm doing what I want from now on. I was always a crooked line and will always be a crooked line. You have a problem with that Mr. Square? Here, let me bend over and touch my toes. Make it easier for you to kiss my a**!
This crooked line just became your worst nightmare.
