ENG 145 Must Die

Dear Writing Class, I hate you with ever fiber of my being...and some fibers of other peoples' beings. I hope that you die. Never before have I taken a writing class that was so useless, time-wasting, and illegitimate. You make me exponentially more enraged with each passing day. I maintain the position that I held earlier in the term. That is, I would rather get my fingernails pulled out with a pair of pliers than take this writing class. With boundless hatred and loathing, Rob