You left the apostrophe out of kid’s, you fucking idiot.

Many students are shy about asking questions for fear of ‘looking dumb’—a fear engendered by people like yourself.

Just stop. School is where you’re supposed to be allowed to try and fail at things without worrying that the people paid to help and encourage you are mocking you and hoping you fail.

You’re right, any high school student who doesn’t put 100% effort into every assignment is a fucking idiot who should be pilloried by her teachers. You seem like an incredibly understanding and reasonable individual.

i sure hope you spell everything fucking perfectly.

i’m going to re-post my reply to everyone who think these teachers’ comments are ok:

Hudson is an idiot because she didn’t know how to spell Ta-Nehisi Coates’s name? Seriously?

Did she ask you if the song was for a blind person?

For me it’s long-haul solo road trips. I’ve done more than my share, and it’s so much easier when you get to belt Whitney and hear Delilah.

Delilah is... I can’t even come up with a word for her. She’s passive-aggressive and really flippant about the sob stories people tell her. She’s incredibly rude but she insults people in such a calming way that I don’t think they realize what’s happening. I used to listen to her just for the WTF moments.

I used to listen to her back in highschool and on one show this woman called wanting to dedicate a song to her daughter who was now in a wheelchair due to a car accident. Delilah played “I Hope You Dance”. I felt some major secondhand embarrassment on that one.

Around the same time period, when I was in college, flipping through the radio on a trip landed us on Delilah. The caller wanted a song for a grandparent or someone sick in the hospital. After the back and forth about how much the caller loved this person, that shady bitch Delilah picked and played a song. My ex and I…

OMG!

I kind of appreciated the woman who called in to dedicate I Don’t Know Why I Didn’t Come to her husband on their anniversary.

We stopped thinking about tomorrow.

less Fleetwood Mac and more Katy Perry

Knowing Delilah, I half expected the conversation to end with her telling the woman what she really needed was to light a fire in the fireplace, pour a little wine, and just take a night off from worrying to reconnect with her partner.

So I’m not a Delilah listening, but I will never forget when I was in high school (15 fucking years ago, kill me now) and my friend was tuned to her. The following conversation ensued...

VISION NOOOOOO

The man who cut my hair while sleeping would suffer a series of very bad days indeed.