Know your place

Good day.
It’s been long since I’ve felt so irritated, or so annoyed.
Frustrated.
Angry, even.
Tired.

You want to know what the hell is wrong with everything?

Please know where you stand? It is not normal for a student to tell the Math teacher to ‘be fiercer’ and to ‘set deadlines for homework’.
You’ve made Math hell for me and just about everyone else with your oh-so brilliant suggestions and for the first time ever, we have a DEADLINE for our Math homework. And the teacher isn’t very nice to us now. She’s scolding for the littlest thing, nagging and frowning and- well, to put it into simple words, MATH LESSONS AREN’T VERY ENJOYABLE AS THEY WERE BEFORE.

…You happy? Happy with what you’ve done?

As if you haven’t been bad enough for the whole year. And it’s not like we haven’t tried to tell you to reflect upon what you’ve done, or said.
We have, but you don’t listen. You don’t listen, and for that, not only do you suffer, but we do, too.
One day, somebody might come up to you and gives you a hell of a lecture (or yell) and perhaps a slap or two before you wake up.
If you’re not careful, that someone might be me.

I almost did tell you to shut up during Math lesson.
Yup, there was a period of time when you were on your usual whining tirade and I almost did. I was balancing on the line between ‘Should I?’ or ‘Should I not?’
Thank goodness for you that I did not.

Because I’ll then explode like a can of Coke that was shaken and put in the freezer, and be gladly representing the class to remind you of your bossiness and your attitude to the students and your sucking up to the teachers and and and and and.

So yeah, just a reminder for you?
Know your place, and mind your manners.
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Jamie, I hope you’re fine.
Please don’t cry anymore, I’ld rather you be the mad, deriliously funny Jamie we had on Tuesday Chem lessons when we were laughing so hard to write properly.
Jamie love, please smile