Letters to my Classmates Part 1

Dear Dirty Hippie boy: (no, your scarf and jewelry don't project an image of confidence, it screams masculinity crisis)

When you bob your head to the tune of the socialist feminist masquerading as teacher in our class it makes me want to scream. Your ugly ponytail and Birkenstocks don't disguise the empty space in your head where rationality and a sense of patriotism should reside. Next time you bring hemp milk or soy tea to class, I might just dump it on your organic recycled notebook. And since you limit yourself to only responding in a 100% politically correct manner, your comments in class are blatant evidence of your brainwashed and unoriginal identity. Learn to think for yourself and maybe you will find that something intelligent will come out of your mouth.

-The conservative girl sharpening a knife behind you

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