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Oh, school, I hate you so. Two weeks into my schedule, when I've finally established my routine and determined the safest route to class, you decide to erect a giant chainlink fence, neatly bisecting the sidewalk and obstructing my ability to get to class. Now, instead of rolling a scant thirty yards from the bus stop to the classroom over flat ground, I have to go completely around the building, down an adjacent building's elevator, behind a narrow bus stop, over a steeply graded pavement, and down a large, uncut curb. A walk that took ninety seconds now takes eight minutes in sweltering heat.
Is this because you've decided to repair badly damaged, aging facilities? Nay. It's because you're building a new, multi-million dollar "convention center" to entice fat government grants and fat alumni. But remember, the school is suffering from villainous budget cuts, so students must do their part by buying their own laptops, bringing their own printer paper, and using electronic syllabi. Got to save those trees so the school gains arboretum status and is recognized as "green". The football team will still get their Nike jerseys, naturally. We wouldn't want them to look uncool as the other team bends them over the goalposts for a proper fucking and football tutorial.
Fuck you, beloved school. Fuck you with no lube and a coquina-shell strap-on.
No love,
La Guera.
Is this because you've decided to repair badly damaged, aging facilities? Nay. It's because you're building a new, multi-million dollar "convention center" to entice fat government grants and fat alumni. But remember, the school is suffering from villainous budget cuts, so students must do their part by buying their own laptops, bringing their own printer paper, and using electronic syllabi. Got to save those trees so the school gains arboretum status and is recognized as "green". The football team will still get their Nike jerseys, naturally. We wouldn't want them to look uncool as the other team bends them over the goalposts for a proper fucking and football tutorial.
Fuck you, beloved school. Fuck you with no lube and a coquina-shell strap-on.
No love,
La Guera.
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