ADDENDUM:
This little fucker managed to do it again. Damn it damn it. Now it’s a matter of kicking ass in all the other courses :S

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Dear Economics 201,

I’m not very happy with you. You should know better than to fuck poor hardworking students up the ass. I’m sure you getting quite a ‘blast’ from all of this but seriously, it would be nice at least to put in a disclaimer in the course desciption about your rape plans.

You really managed to screwed me where it hurts the most. My non-calculus-ass. Yes, who would have known you’re all about calculus? You are an Arts class. Why do you do this to me? Why? Especially when it has been 3.5 years ago since I’ve touched any calculus. Your predesssor, 101, was the biggest bird course known to man. What the fuck happened? Perhaps you got too antsy, but still, cut me a little slack. What happened to doing the RMR: read, memorize, and reguritate. UW has developed my brain to be a human microchip, that’s all it can do. My brain computes nothing and please let it be. I’m happy with it that way.

Not only did you manage to rape me in the beginning, you build on the damnned previous concepts. You have made a vicious cycle where I’m victimized again and again. I don’t understand how anybody can study this stuff for a living. Supply and Demand curves should rot in hell.

Despite being computationally-retarded, tomorrow is judgement day. Newsflash, my ass is closed for business, and that means you. Wait a minute, some business I have: I’m PAYING you tuition to rape me. You watch, I will get you back where the sun don’t shine. I will not accept defeat. Even though I still don’t really understand what you’re all about, I don’t see how I can’t at least pass. You will get it tomorrow, my life depends on it.

FUCK YOU,
Matthew Lee
Honours Co-op Planning Candidate

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I had to blog about it. Mattism brings me good luck. Now back to the studies.