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A letter to my 'favourite' Dr.



Disclaimer: this is not actually a letter to my favourite doctor. It is a letter, but it is not to my favourite doctor, shall we see? 

Dear _____. 

You are quite honestly one of the worst humans I have had the pleasure of having to endure for the past four years. Because of course, lucky me, I had to take more than one course with your swell persona.

I have heard some myths about you actually being a decent person outside uni, but personally, I have not seen one indication of that in the past four years. 

Honestly, you suck. 

You are disrespectful, disregarding to other people's feelings and for some reason find it quite funny to abuse your power over students as much as possible every semester. Effectively making their lives hell. 

Why? 

I mean I don't get. I would respect you a hundred times more than I do right now (which is something close to zero btw) if you actually took the time out of your day to be nice, or even consider it. 

I think me and at least a hundred of my classmates would agree that the problem here is not even your teaching, I could live with that. But no, the problem is that you find comfort in treating everyone else like shit, actual shit. 

A person can go out of their way to be nice, that I've heard of. But for a person to go our of their way to be rude and troublesome? I don't get it. 

I am an actual human being, a person, just like yourself, can you imagine that? I, just like you, just like everyone else deserve to be treated with the respect I treat others with. 

Can you imagine the amount of effort done on my behalf to try, as much as possible to avoid even having eye contact with you, avoid having to say more than one word to you? 

That's how 'nice' you are. 

And I understand that you are only the tip of the iceberg. According to almost every adult in my life, I am destined to meet a handful versions of yourself, some even worse. I don't think any of them can beat you for now though. 

Every year, I have a different scenario in my head, it usually involves bashing your head through a lot of things, pulling your hair out, but mostly, it involves me cursing you and the day I saw you to your actual face, and not to myself like I have been doing for a while. 

You see, you have this talent to drive people crazy, crazy mad, and you use it well, I'll give you that. I can think of handful of times where I desperately needed your lecture to end so I could go scream my lungs out, or eat my rage away, you made me fat. 

But I also have to thank you for quit a few things. Firstly, you helped me master the art of killing people in my head almost perfectly. Secondly, you have helped me actually love the fact that I am an invisible person that most people ignore. And finally, most importantly, you have taught me how to deal or at least endure people like yourself, )there is a more colorful word that I won't be using here but oh well). 

So this has been my letter to you. I am writing it on a time nearing my end here. And then I won't have to take one glance at your face again, which is an idea I'm quite fond of.

I am not sure why I wrote this, I wish I could wish you well, but it's not in me to.  All I can do is wish others well, people who still have to see your face everyday, those I wish them well. 

As for you, I wish you less and less evil schemes, the world doesn't need any more of these. 

Apparently there is no way to 'fix' you, so those were my thoughts for you. 

Sincerely,

An enraged student. 

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