My First Post
Well, for the next ten days is my last year holiday. Not totally holiday because I still have to deal with the fucking assignment given by Ms. Lady Rose, but at least, I will not see her horrible face for four days of my routine activity in college. She is my nightmare. She said that I have to use my own words when I write. If you don't believe in me, It's OK. I know who I am, my friends also. You know me only from my writing, and it doesn't represent who really I am.
I wish I could have a bravery to ask the Lady Rose. Here's the scenario
Me : Are you happy with your life?
Her : Yes I am
Me : How do you know?
Her : I am a Doctor. I am a single fighter. I am independent
Me : No, you don't. Yes, you are a Doctor, but your students hate you. Nobody like you. You are a terrible person. You are alone till you die. You just make yourself busy as a getaway from you loneliness. When you angry with your students, it's a pleasure for you because it's time when you are respected.
Her : How dare you say like that??????????
Me : I have to. To make you realize what sort of person you are.
Ha ha ha ha I wish I could say like that to her.
I wish I could have a bravery to ask the Lady Rose. Here's the scenario
Me : Are you happy with your life?
Her : Yes I am
Me : How do you know?
Her : I am a Doctor. I am a single fighter. I am independent
Me : No, you don't. Yes, you are a Doctor, but your students hate you. Nobody like you. You are a terrible person. You are alone till you die. You just make yourself busy as a getaway from you loneliness. When you angry with your students, it's a pleasure for you because it's time when you are respected.
Her : How dare you say like that??????????
Me : I have to. To make you realize what sort of person you are.
Ha ha ha ha I wish I could say like that to her.
