Ms. Freeh, I'm Sorry!
Lately I have been a little grumpy,
I admit it, but the fact that I didn't get the part isn't the entire reason.
Every thing lately has been going wrong, I have repeatedly forgotten schoolwork,
and I have almost no free time.
First of all, about the part.
I don't think I would be a fraction as upset if I ended up with a bigger
part, maybe with at least 15 lines in the play. Yes, I know it was my fault
that I signed up for the part of Alibi Crabtree, but SOMEONE
who shall remain anonymous told me Alibi Had a really big part in one scene.
Also, on Friday when you said that Ren was not as upset, you were unfairly
making a connection. First of all, I know for a fact that Ren did not expect
to get the part, since he has had a major part in every play since fourth
grade, and he did end up with a medium to large part, as Gomez and the
Master of Ceremonies. Glad I cleared that up, whew!
Now, the other stuff. First
of all, I am sorry I have been forgetting work and I have stayed in for
recess every time I did. I've ended up developing, in this organizational
fit I've been going through, ten places I could put my stuff. Such was
the case with my vocab. I put it in my binder, then I develop another place
for it to go, and I expect to find it there. Please, forgive me.
Also at home I am very pressured.
I spend, at tops 15 minutes some days doing stuff that I want to do. I
have at least 3 assignments do to every night for American school, my mom
forces me to slave away at Ukrainian homework, and I have countless other
tasks that my mother submits to me every day.
The last factor in my grumpiness
is my feelings towards you. I really like you, and I have been waiting
for this year since I was in preschool. But for some reason I feel like
you don't really like me very much, or at least you don't want to show
it. The scenario that really bugs me happened a while back. I was in the
midst of a huge renovation of my home page at home, and I wanted to show
it to you. The next day I asked if I could show you it, and you agreed.
I took you to my web pages, and you sat down at the computer. At first
I thought that you might be impressed, but when I looked over at your face...
It had that slight grimace/frown that you sometimes use to teach math.
That frown/grimace destroys every beam of happiness in my and it makes
me feel horrible inside. It's like your happy and good side is washed away,
leaving a stone cold cadaver. That grimace was extra effective that day
and it made me feel like some one had ripped out my tummy and watched me
writhe in pain. In basic terms, I felt like I was a zero.
Thank you for your time. I'm
sorry if at all I upset you with this letter/web page. It is nothing but
the truth. I would have told you in school, but it's sorta private. Please,
forgive me for any bad behavior.
If you have anything to tell
me, please write to my E-Mail, I wouldn't want any of the other pupils
to know about this.