Wouldn’t it be nice to tell the Dean of your
college what you REALLY think about him/her? Well, if you like your
Dean
as much as I like my Dean, then you’d better keep your mouth
shut. I
knew I’d get kicked out of the college if I expressed my
true feelings,
so I remained silent for the last four
years.
But yesterday was my graduation. And as I walked across the stage, the
Dean handed my diploma to me (nicely scrolled and tied with a
ribbon).
Once she handed it to me, I could finally tell that bitch
what I REALLY
thought about her. So I leaned across her podium and I
looked her
straight in the eye.
„Hey Bitch,“ I said.
„You’re so damn ugly, you could practice birth
control just by leaving
the lights on!“
And then I walked off the stage, and went home. I
gotta tell you that
it felt just as good as I had imagined it would
for the last four years.
Today, I unwrapped my diploma, fr
amed it, and hung it in the living
room, where it proudly exclaims
to the world: „In order to receive your
diploma, please present
this certificate to the Dean of your college
after final grades have
been posted!“
