As soon as I saw the assignment of writing a letter to a teacher, I thought of all the great teachers that have taught me throughout the years and I couldn’t pick one because they were all great in their own way. However, there was one teacher that (I cannot stress this enough) I disliked with a passion.

Meet Ms. Condos. The one teacher that each Junior prayed not to have for their senior year government class. Guess what senior landed in her class? Me of course.

To Ms. Condos,

Tbh: I thought you were alright at the first three months of school because I would sit in the back of your class and sleep and you didn’t seem to mind it. But I don’t know what got into you when you came up to me, removed my jacket from my face that was covering me from those bright lights and said to me, “If you keep sleeping in my class I will call your dad.” So, I proceeded to word out my dad’s phone number and put the jacket back on my face so you would walk away.

After this, you decided you were going to make that 1 hour and 50 minutes of your class a living hell for me. You knew I was the only one that would sit in the back row, so you decided to remove the back row. How petty of you. Your class was extremely boring because it was about politics and your voice made it even more boring because of how loud and squeaky it was. Ugh! Just thinking about it literally hurts my ears.

Don’t think I forgot about the time when you missed school and I was so happy, so I went to a different class where all my friends were at and the next day you asked me, “Hey, why were you present in school and all of your other classes, but mine yesterday?” And I said, “Because I obviously wasn’t in this class.” And she goes, “Well you have detention today after school.” And I go, “Well I’m not coming.”

With lots of love, Gigi.