Vents

This post was late, a year late. I have never disliked any teacher to the extent that I would blog a full post about.
BUT I AM JUST SO ANGRY.

Mr K, you have been so against me personally for EVERYTHING, and it's obvious, even my current Civics Teachers came to ask me about my past relationship, no wait more like ordeal, with you.
Oh & Thank you for putting straight Us for all my H2s last year, it was lovely to know that I scored even better than a few of my classmates who got pushed up to a D or E while mine remained unchanged for "purely my own interest at heart".

& so, a few weeks ago I found out from a private chat with my other civics tutor that you had a lot to say about me to my new batch of teachers this year. I mean, seriously, you can't give me a break? You really had to have all my other teachers look at me and judge without even knowing me from the start of the year?
Or perhaps I was so threatening to you that you had to give a heads up to all the other teachers?

You write your own Wiki page and they sing praises of you. Too bad your lessons are hardly 1% of how great you say it to be, and I have not found a single student who likes you. I hope it felt wonderful when the HOD stepped in to monitor your lessons last year because students were very unhappy listening to you read WORD FOR WORD from a nine page long lecture notes every week.

Maybe you should channel all the time you wasted childishly telling teachers about me for some self improvement, especially your fashion sense. I nearly choked when I saw your shirt last week, it was as if you wore a white shirt and pasted brown leaves and twigs all over otw to school.

This is mean, but you started it.
I give you a "I know what you did" look when I see you in school and your sweet, innocent face back to me feels like someone just stabbed me in the heart.
You make me feel sick.