I got a fucking F! Holy fucking God! I got a fucking F!No, this can not stand. Son of a fucking bitch! I got an F in a three credit class, required for my major -- on diversity no less! Jesus Christ, the most inflexible class I've experienced so far is a class on diversity. Dear fucking sweet jesus. I cannot believe this complete and utter bullshit.
Yeah, if I can't get this grade overturned I'm just completely out of school for the foresee-able future. Yep, that's fucking diversity for you.
Jesus Christ, I have never felt so irrationally compelled to violence in my life. I can just see the instructor's soft bourgeous compliance now, and I want to smash his smug little face into unrecognizability.
Am I a lackluster student? Without a doubt. Did I consider this a bullshit class completely beyond my ability to take seriously? Oh yes, I did. But I have to live the ethics of diversity every fucking day of my life, you fucking loser! Fuck, I'm insulted that I should even have discuss the issue with your moderate, middle-class ass in the first place, let alone be preached to about it. Hell, you should have let me teach the fucking class.
But whatever. My being a shitty student and your being a shitty instructor are really beside the fucking point. What is to the point is that if I have to drop out of school over this bullshit, I'm cutting off your pinky finger and feeding it to the first dog I see.
You stupid miserable fucker. As of the last class a week ago, you tell me I'm fine. As of today, I have an F. Jesus Christ, you are so lucky you didn't have to tell me that in person, you soul-blind piece of shit.