Excuse me there teenie, this column is for adults. You need to go on and get to bed now. Stuff that cute little festering pile of growing bitterness under your pillow for the complaint fairy. Go on now. Git.
Ah, it's a teenager. Just like you might wish to go back and undo/unsay shit you did back then because it's so embarrassing now, you know full well you had to go through it to get to where you are these days.
"Where you are these days" of course being relative.
I've worked in the school system, and, trust me, secretaries wield a lot more power than you might assume. They keep shit running, so best be nice and kiss some ass until graduation day.
You might want to brush up that vocabulary a bit.
"Where you are these days" of course being relative.
However old they are, I'll bet you a hundy they don't read "I, Anonymous" in the Mercury, so your message isn't hitting home.