Dear Fellow Student

Dear Girl Sitting in Front of Me,


Please refrain from standing, turning around and flashing your camel toe at me. Frankly, please refrain not from just flashing it at me, but flashing it at anyone. I cannot imagine what made you think that painted on clothes was cool. Playboy Playmates pull it off. You can't. Please refrain from trying. Your axe wound should be kept to yourself, as well as your feminine itch that you hide oh so well by fidgeting. You either have crabs, A.D.D. or maybe both. I am glad I am not your chair.

Remember that school is for learning, not for expanding your ever-growing vocabulary (IE- LOL, TTYL, ROFL, etc.). So, please refrain from actually verbalizing your sentiments that would normally go into a text. If someone says something funny, laugh. Don't respond "ELL OH ELL" and expect anything other than the look I gave you today. It was dumb and I am sure it is not necessarily a generational thing as so much as it is a you are a phuck tard thing. I thank you for paying your tuition, but your parents will want you out of the house eventually. Trust me.

I am not sure what you carry in your backpack, but I have not seen you pull out a writing utensil in two days and your books still have the packaging wrap on them. At some point you will need the tools that your parents bought for you at Walmart this year. If it is because they got it at Walmart that causes you to twitch like a meth freak, don't. When you get older, and you (please think before you do) have kids of your own, you pray for a "one stop shopping experience." Dragging snot around a store, and then to the car, and then to a different store is not fun for grown ups. Nut up and wear the damn backpack. Watching you struggle hauling around 20 pounds of useless, unused material is painful for me to watch. Not because it looks heavy and you are straining, but mostly because you are more concerned with the proper position of your QWERTY keyboard than you are with the poor ergonomic way in which you are carrying it. Take notes. Drop the class. I don't care which, but your hair is blocking my view of the PowerPoint presentation.

College is not high school. I hate to tell you that. Cliques left after you threw your cap in the air at graduation, or got your GED in the mail. I know, you may know someone on campus and therefore will try to start your own campus clique. It won't work. It's like trying to bring back MC Hammer....or his pants. If you focused a small percentage on your studies, rather than trying to raise the "social Titanic," you may graduate, or at the very least, pass this pre-requisite to get into the next class. It's called a timeline, Van Wilder. Unless you plan on studying law, the goal is 2 years. At this pace, you will be lucky if you finish by the time The Backstreet Boys reunite.

Last but certainly not least, when I honk at you as you text while crossing the road, flipping me the bird is not original. The fact you dropped your LG phone doesn't really phase me, albeit your reaction was priceless. Asking me to watch where I am going is kind of dumb being I was watching, hence the honk. Please do not try texting anywhere near traffic. The next person may just plow into you as they are texting while driving, and they are probably your roommate, which will leave someone paying full share instead of half, or possibly 1/3, depending on your injuries.

Good luck in class dumbass.


Signed,

The guy behind you