Dear Life:
How come we didn’t get a single snow day this year? Winter is cold and miserable and the only good thing about all the crappy weather is that sometimes we don’t have to go to school. Except you dropped the ball this year and planned all the good snow storms on weekends. You better make it up to us next semester with a freak hurricane or an H1N1 outbreak or something. You owe us.
Sincerely,
Whiny Weather Watcher
Dear Life:
Why is it that Laurier’s business kids are treated and expect to be treated as if they are prodigal children?
Sincerely,
Angry in Arts
Dear Life:
I hate when you bless me with an empty seat on the bus, only to have someone come on at the next stop to sit beside me. Then to make matters worse they sit with their back facing me. Hey punk, you wouldn’t have anywhere to sit if my backpack was there.
Sincerely,
Disgruntled Bus Rider
Dear Life:
I hate when people are not aware of their placement on the crazy/hotness scale. There is only an allotted hottness that is worth the crazy; if you get crazier without getting hotter then you’re done. My advice to anyone is to figure out their place in the equilibrium and stick to it!
Sincerely,
Perfectly Balanced
Dear Life:
Get off my campus you fucking JUMP kids.
Sincerely,
Hates Children
