Dear teenager(s),
I actually don't hate you very much, or even at all. At least not most of the time. I really enjoy spending time with you and I don't regret becoming a teacher at all. Most of you are funny at least some of the time and you make me laugh.
But sometimes you make me angry, especially when you are a menstruating girl who thinks that this simple fact gives you a license to be mean to me and go to the bathroom whenever you want because of "girl problems."
And also you make me angry when you won't. stop. talking. Because none of you ever really do stop talking. You only pause for breaks.
Really, the affection I feel for you is something closer to love than hate. I have fun with you even if I don't know what I'm doing. It's true that I count myself fortunate to be able to spend time with you.
If only I knew how to teach you something.
Sincerely,
Mr. McAlister
P.S. When I told you my first name was "Mister," I was lying. My first name is actually Matthew.
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