Bite me, you old hag.
Oh yeah, you heard me right.
Guess what bitch?
We're on equal grounds.
I bet you thought it was for the best
to be a mean old bitty with
a corn cob stuck up your butt.
Frowning upon students and making them
feel unworthy to learn.
That was back in school.
But guess what hag?
I'm all grown up.
I've been waiting for this day,
you see.
Salivating to let you have it back.
You're a bitch.
You're going to get you just desserts.
I can't believe they let you get a teaching degree.
It's not that you really taught anything.
Other than your one-sided views.
Forget other has views.
They were never what YOU wanted.
Well, I'm here now.
I have my own opinions.
Did I shock you?
Someone actually having an opinion other than your own!
Take off those damn blinders.
You aren't the center of the universe.
You never were. And you ain't going to be.
Ooh, I said ain't! I must be a stupid hick.
God forbid anyone have an artisic license.
I know not to use "ain't."
If you took the time to get to know your students
instead of your ass,
you'd see we all had brains.
But I guess you still want to live in your
sad autocratic world.
Writer's note:
4/18/02 - Lesson to learn here, don't piss me off. Some one pissed me off the night before in concerns to my blog. As I was showering later that night, "Bite me, you old hag" popped into my head. There was one teacher in high school that I felt hated me. No love lost, I hated her, too. I never really felt she taught anything other than her own opinions and views. Somedays at work, I long to see her walk into my office. I know that's petty of me. But don't we all have fantasies like that? Then today, a client with a mean attitude came in and I just couldn't take all the meaness in the world. So I wrote my own piece of meaness.
