Dear Dr. Hippie Graduate Professor,

I know that you have a lot going on right now with the English Festival going on and all, but I have had to endure a lot this semester thanks to you. I am not sure if this is how they operate at Oxford, but I happen to live in this different reality where fairness is important--especially if you are teaching. I am full aware of the concept that "life isn't fair," blah, blah, blah--but when you create an order for presentations before your class list is complete, and 2 of them never get added so they only have to give 2 presentations when everyone else has to give 3, and of your 18 students you only have 4 of them who you force to present in public at the English Festival, and YOU DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO ATTEND THEIR READING EVEN THOUGH THEY ARE BEING GRADED ON THE PRESENTATION--is fucking bullshit. I don't care who knows it, it is fucking bullshit. The four of us basically had to write another seperate 8 page paper, and come up with a handout for over 25 people who showed up (except 2 students from our class didn't show up even though it was "required"--yeah, that means a lot--one of them has his head so far up the profs ass, he never sees the sun), and everyone else in class had to do one final paper, revise it and turn it in for the final. I think that you suck, I didn't learn anything in your class except I despise you (and I really liked Frankenstein). I am so livid I can't even begin to explain it. You'd think that once you are more advanced in your academic career things would become slightly more even/fair...nope. It is always the ass-lickers who come out on top, and I just won't succumb. SCREW YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!