Sh*t You Can't Tell Your Teachers Scholarship Slam ( Subtitle: 8:15)

Oh my God my brain is melting as you speak! You don't need to explain poetry to us, we are not two. You don't have to stress sounds or make us bang our fists on the table to emphasis the round. We are more advanced than that, we can understand more than basic facts.  We can write argumentatives and fiction , one more useless rant and I will have a coniption! The fact is you are stupid, an oblivious little man, who complains about his ex wife and makes outragious demands. You ask for lots of adjectives, " explain the character to me", but when we do you mark it through and say that's " too much to read." Your head is almost bald, you mumble when you speak, you have a hunchback , and to memorize our names it took you more than 10 weeks. You are too old for this job, your jokes are out of style. Your movies examples are from a thousand years ago they are not even worth wild. Lets not forget your inapropriate comments, how you say Natilie Portman is hot, stand so close I cannot tell if you are looking at my paper or down my top. At least I'm graduating! At last I'm almost free! Free from the bordom and agony that comes everyday in your class at 8:15.

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