Writing On The Wall

What? What are you looking at me like that for? I got it wrong again, didn't I? Damn it. Stupid old me. Can't seem to get anything right.

Still, that was uncalled for, that look you just gave me. I mean, who did you think I was, some sort of a language genius? I'm not, all right? Deal with it.

I guess you're just gonna have to get used to the fact that I'm not all that good. Oh, you have? Ok. On day one? Whatever. Thing is, I don't give a damn. Not anymore. I'm way past that.

Hey, what are you shaking your head about? Another mistake? A big one this time? Huh. That's three in a row. Can't catch a break, can I? Anyway, what are you gonna do, right?

Look at you, you're so upset. Chill out, man. I made a mistake, so what? It happens, you know. I mean, what's the big deal? It's not like I don't make an effort. I do. It's just that I got other stuff to do.

Like, I'm pretty busy at work, for one thing. I'm lucky if I find, like, an hour over the weekend to do the homework. I've been working my ass off here, for crying out loud. So how about you cut me some slack.

Besides, my English's not that bad, all things considered. It is? Oh well. Says you. Anyway, let's just move on, shall we? Can we do that?

Come on, man, just lay off me, will you? I'm a human being too, you know. And I'm not as stupid as you seem to think. Just give me some credit, ok?

Oh, you think I can do better than this? I can't. This is the best you're gonna get from me. So just suck it up and stop nagging me about it.

And as for my attitude... I just don't appreciate being corrected in front of the whole class, being made to feel like a complete moron. Then again, who does? It's humiliating, is what it is.

And it's not like I'm the only one here who's bothered by your methods. Sure, most of us seem to be taking it well. But then, I'm not most people. I'm different. And I guess I can't take a joke. So sue me.

What, you want me to drop out? All right, I'll think about it. I will. In fact, I'll quit right now. I'm tired of all this crap anyway. I'll be better off without it. Not to mention, I could use a little extra time in my day.

Tell you what, why don't I pack my stuff and get the hell out of here right this second? That's right, I'm out. Finito, bambino. And I'm not coming back. Not next year, not ever.

You see, I've had it up to here with you and your, quote unquote, teaching methods. As far as I'm concerned, you're nothing but a bully. A petty, mean-spirited little man who treats his students like dirt and shoots them down every chance he gets. It might have worked for you for a while, but now it came back to bite you in the ass.

So, who's laughing now? Not you, clearly. Oh man, I never thought for a second I'd live to see this. This is poetic justice if ever there was one.

Also, I don't really think your English is all that... never mind. What matters is, I'm free at last. Oh my God, this is such a relief. What a load off my back. I can't believe I finally said it all out loud.

What's that? Yeah, I guess I am freaking out a little. Can you blame me, though? I have earned this a hundred times over. I've been to hell and back in this dingy smelly little room. It's the worst of the worst, the stuff of nightmares!

Whew. Let me collect myself for a second here. Just a second. Ok, here we go. I'm better now. So, where were we? Oh. Well, I guess this is it. It's finally over.

Wait a second, here's something else that just occurred to me. Now that I'm out, you're gonna have to find someone else to mess with. I mean, from here on out, you won't have yours sincerely to kick around anymore.

How does that feel? Kind of a bummer, huh? Here's a related question for you. Don't you regret giving me such a hard time all those years? Well, do you? Huh?

What, cat got your tongue? Let me rephrase that a little. Don't you wish you'd been a little less mean to me? Of course you do. How could you not? But hey, it's like they say―you make your bed, you gotta lie in it.

You and I both know that you only have yourself to blame. If you'd just been a little less of a dick, I might still have been around next year. Oh well.

On a more positive note, it wasn't all bad. In a weird way it was actually kind of fun while it lasted. And I did learn something, I suppose. Credit where it's due and all that. So, no hard feelings. Are we good?

Oh come on, can't we be adults about this? Oh, great. Now you're... what's the word? That's right, mooning. You're mooning me. That's real mature, man. Real mature.