I really just dislike my circumstances at school. I feel really confined here. My friends shush me and my teachers don't listen to what I have to say so I might as well just not exist. It's just so frustrating to know that you went through basically the same life lessons throughout your development (for the teachers, they've experienced even more) and yet they don't have the decency to acknowledge that perhaps your opinion has some inkling of significance despite your age.

I have to communicate with this woman on the business administration of our school and she is the most passive aggressive, annoying person ever. Just her existence angers me to no end. She won't let me speak to Dante Basco directly and everything I ask her to ask him, she speaks on his behalf. She isn't even his agent. And I'm also 99% sure that she is just a power hungry bitch because she refuses to tell me why she has set a certain time for the event. She probably set it herself. I bet you if I asked her why Dante Basco had to start so early, she'd have nothing to say. I'm just going to write an angry letter now.

Dear Elizabitch,

You are the most immature woman I have ever met. Don't think that just because you're on some advisory board at my school that your life has more meaning than mine. Honestly, I have so much more potential than you do. Where did you even graduate from? Do you even surround yourself with educated people or is it just a hobby to make small talk with others?

Yeah, you created a Facebook page for all the OCSA alumni. Oh goodie for you! Look at you go, so organized and tech savvy! Please. I could make a Facebook page and have people like it. It's not that hard. Your, "greatest achievement" in your position right now could be performed by a teenager. How about that? And you know what else? I'm going to move on in life to create much better things than a shitty Facebook page that no one really pays attention to because all you posting is fucking MUSIC AND THEATRE achievements as if you can't get over the fact that the highest point of your life was during high school when you could act like you were someone you were not. I wouldn't judge you for that, though. I wouldn't want to be you, either. After all, I surpass you in maturity, professionalism, and intelligence. At just 17 years of age, at that.

You're probably the person who stops by homeless people on the street not to give them money, but to lecture them about their poor life choices and how they should really get a job because your money is hard earned. People like you make me inexplicably angry. Even just ranting about your ugly personality makes me angry. You are such a passive aggressive bitch. You need to educate yourself because OCHSA's education back then obviously didn't match that of what it's providing now (which is still, admittedly, not that great...but they're doing something right for not producing a replica of an asswipe like you). You probably dye your hair blonde or brunette and are really vain about dying the roots every month or so. Don't forget to continue that well into your old age because soon you're hair will just be gray! I hope your skin withers and no longer produces enough collagen to stay elastic and attached to your facial muscles. I hope you get botox and have it horribly botched so that you can only smirk with the left side of your mouth.

I know that you're probably coming to terms with the fact that looks fade and that power is the only thing you can really hold onto into old age (no matter how miniscule), but you need to reassess your behavior and correct it because at this point, if I were to find you on the streets in a few years when I've surpassed any life aspiration you could ever hope to achieve, I'd just smile at you and move on. You are speaking to someone who has the capacity to become ten times what you are now and the fact that you can't respect and foster that potential is disappointing, rude, and makes me nauseous.

I hope one day you realized that you fake bitchy attitude isn't going to get you anywhere. I don't even know how you got into this position. I know you were in Music and Theatre in the past. Perhaps you're really good at acting the part of a well informed person. Or perhaps you're just excellent at fellatio.

You make me sick,
Judy