Say it here cause yo can't say it directly- the get it off your chest thread

[Zamzam]

Dear Parents at the Talk-back Session:

For the love of God, please stop asking "how this play affected [us]." The same four people respond every day, and the rest of us (i.e. the other thirty people in the cast) are shut down and are forced to listen to their shmaltzy "this play touched my life" speeches over and over and over again. Ugh. Couldn't just one person ask, "were any of you not affected by this play?"

[citygirlsmom]

TO my Ds teenage friends and to teenagers everyone:

It can get really old worrying about being embarrassed about everything..and its because teens laugh at others all the time that leads to the "embarrassment" ...make a pledge to NOT laugh if someone falls down, to NOT laugh if someone get soda spilled on them, to NOT laugh if the teacher calls on them and they make a mistake, to NOT laugh so much AT your fellow humans

So, when you were talking about how embarrassing it was when the poor girl fell down, don.t . Just be one of the people that checks to make sure the person is okay...or glare at the person who tried to embarrass someone else

Its amazing what freedom that gives you

[epiphany]

To the 'nurturing' mothers of LD'ers everywhere, who have chosen to "protect" or "save" their children (ages 8 through 17!) by not "subjecting" them to the "humiliation" of being identified as LD (thus helped, thus understood), exactly how do you find your actions "loving"?

(The same question can be asked of those mothers whose children are in fact already identified as LD but choose to forego accommodation & other adjustments, due to peer embarrassment. )

You come into supplemental educational centers, pay thousands (up to $11,000+) to have us supposedly help your children (marginally!), when those centers were not designed for Special Needs. You know that. You know that it's psychologically "safe" because these centers are the choice of mainstream kids who are being remediated but are not also LD.

When, after 5+ months of a program there, it's obvious from there & from school, that your child has significant cognitive processing disorders, we ask you about a plan to address that through your private school or public district, you retort that you can't make your soon "embarrassed" by separating him even for a moment from his non-LD friends, whom exactly do you feel you're serving?

What will you say to your son when he finds it hugely more embarrassing not to graduate with his classmates because he's still getting F's, based on your denial and/or your indulgence?

Would you find it too embarrassing for your son, if he were in a wheelchair, to ask for a wheelchair ramp?

Ma'am(s), "nurturing" you are not.

[rrah]

OMG--Do not try to tell me how to do a job I've been doing for 5 years and that you have been doing a total of 12 months. How many times have you done this? A handful? How many times have I done this? 100 or so? Do not try to tell me that the way your company does business is the right way. That's why they saw a decrease in sales of 30 some percent last year? That is why my company saw an increase in sales last year? I told you on at least 5 occasions that the final hardcopy version of the document you needed would not be available until Monday morning. I told you why repeatedly. I emailed you what you needed. It covered everything that is in the final version. I called you to tell you I emailed you. The fact that you are out of town and don't have access to your email is not my fault or my problem. The fact that you failed to plan ahead for being out of town is not my fault. The fact that you have failed to communicate this is not my fault. It's yours. Do not call me on Sunday night, in the middle of dinner, and ask me where it is. I told you repeatedly where it is. Learn to listen. Frankly I don't care if your client has a sleepless night. They are a pita. Your lack of listening skills makes for very poor representaion. Now I have to worry. Do not suggest I am not doing my job properly.

When I am out of town I check email. If wireless isn't available I go to a FedEx or library. My phone is on. Someone covers for me. Try it sometime.

I feel better now....sort of .

[kelsmom]

To the parents of the second grade girl I overheard talking to her friend in the hallway on the way out to the school bus yesterday: Your daughter told her friend a boy told her he'd "do her." She seemed quite pleased to be sharing that information, both with her friend and anyone within earshot. What I want to know is, how the h*** does your 7 or 8 year old CHILD know anything about being "done?" Even if she doesn't really understand what it is she's saying, she obviously has heard the phrase being used properly (assuming the use of that phrase can actually be proper). Please be an adult and let your little girl BE a little girl. Do not have adult conversations in front of her, and don't let her watch tv shows/movies that are clearly meant for adults. SHE IS A LITTLE GIRL!!!!!! Please let her stay one for a few years.

[kathiep]

To the manufacturers of women's clothes. Thank you for getting rid of the neck tags that irritated my neck. But, why in the world did you add a care tag right at the place I tuck my shirts into my pants? Now I have to cut them out and guess at the care instructions. Why didn't you just put them on the very bottom hem, sewn in?

[dmd77]

To the dental assistant: I know YOU know what you're about to do to me, but I don't. It really matters to me that you tell me what you're doing. You were okay for about a minute after every time I asked, but it's tough to remind you when I'm deep into the nitrous and you've got a block holding my mouth open. And you could be a lot more gentle if you didn't rush. I have bruises today and I'm dreading going back for the permanent crown.

[owlice]

To me: When the physician's assistant, upon learning that your brother died of AIDS, said that she thought AIDS was God's punishment to gays, you should have left, but not before telling the doctor why. If a scene needs to be made, make it. Don't be such a wuss.

[je_ne_sais_quoi]

To the brilliant, loving guy whose heart I broke back in college: I'm sorry. I think about you every day and wonder what the heck was I thinking back then.

[Parce_Que]

I may be a student, but I still need to vent. So, here goes:

Dear Dad:

When, during a fight, I say, "You've never said you're proud of me." Responding, "Well, I'm proud you're not a drug addict." is NOT, I repeat, NOT a good answer.

PS: I apologize for getting a 78 in AP US. However, I would like you to take into account that, when it's weighted, it's an 88. Also, my 79 in French? 84.


French teacher:
I love you to pieces, but the following things are not appropriate classroom discussion:
1) Your attitudes towards muslims. I get that you're old, and I could probably play this off as "quirky psuedo racist geriatic" syndrome, but STOP BRINGING IT UP.
2) Your "Baby Boy", and how I remind you of him. Specifically, when you must follow this with how bad I am at everything compared to him. It's really odd to having feelings of inadequacy coming from someone you've never met.

Hot guy who sits next to me in lit:
You've got the best ass I've ever seen in my entire life. Seriously. It's perfect in every single way. However, you're a total d-bag. Really. If you were to end up living double wide with five kids on welfare, I would probably find more than an ounce of vindictive pleasure in it. Also, I find it hilarious how you ramble on about "those fags" or how "that's totally gay" all the time. I want you that I'm oggling your sweet badunkadunk every chance I get as payment for forcing me to listen to your bigoted bile for four and a half hours per week.

[catsushi]

To my friend's boyfriend:

Stop texting/calling me everyday. You're nice and friendly, but I'm not going to respond to every text where you just say "meow". And I cannot hang out with you and your gf everyday. I'm a busy person and I'd like to hang out with my other friends, too. And stop hitting on me, especially since I know you've done that with your gf's other friends. It's like you date one girl, meet her friend, dump your gf and date her friend, then meet her friend, and move on, etc. It's not going to work with me!

To my ex boyfriend:

You are such an insensitive liar. You have made me lose faith in males in general. What kind of guy doesn't care that his girlfriend of a year and 3 months breaks up with him? Only a guy that was probably relieved that she made the first move and was leading her on the whole time.

I suppose most of my issues are with boys. My teachers and everyone else are great.

[TimeCruncher]

To my next-door neighbor (the one whose back porch is twenty feet away from and directly opposite my second-floor bedroom window):

You are the noisiest next-door neighbor I have ever had, and I am sick of you.

I am sick of being woken up when you slam the back porch door, clomp down the stairs, and slam the car door as you go to work at four in the morning. I am sick of being woken up when you clomp back up the stairs and pound on the back porch door demanding to be let in because you've forgotten your car/house keys again. I am sick of being woken up when you come home from work, slam your car door, clomp up the stairs and stand on the back porch pounding on the door and cursing because you can't key-open the back porch door fast enough to suit you. I am sick of being woken up when you scream at your elderly mother (who lives with you and provides housekeeping for you and childcare for your adolescent son 24/7), and I am sick of being woken up when you scream at your well-behaved son (who is usually standing just three feet away from you) to take out the garbage and to do other household chores. I am sick of being woken up by your anytime-of-the-night back porch cell phone conversations (and your cell phone volume also is so loud that I can overhear both sides of your conversations, by the way).

Your noise has woken me up at least once a day since you moved in last summer. Your noise has woken me up four times in the past twenty-four hours, and I am sick of you.

I know that you aren't hard-of-hearing, because I've overheard you speaking to your mother, your son, and your occasional visitors in a normal tone of voice. So, I must conclude that you are just inconsiderate. Your mother is quiet and considerate, so you can't have learned this behavior from her. Your son is quiet and considerate, too (obviously due to his grandmother's influence). You make enough noise for both of them. In fact, you make enough noise for ten people.

I am sick of you.

[UCDAlum82]

Dear neighbor. If you are really as smart and awesome as you think you are it must be awefully tiresome to realize everyone around you thinks of you as an insentive moron. And since you never met my late husband, don't you think it's overstepping to tell me that he would want me to join your group?

[owlice]

To S: Please just get in the shower without fussing and crabbing and banging on walls and doors. Yeah, I get that you don't feel well, but you still need to shower, and showering will likely make you feel better. And though you didn't ask me, I don't think using your old Latin textbook for your current Latin research project is a good idea, because it won't have nearly as much information in it as another book that is focused just on the topic of your research project. You asked yesterday if I'd take you to the library today. Yes, I'd be happy to. I think that's a good idea. It's open until 5. But since you have decided to use your old Latin textbook, you don't want to go. That's okay so long as you do NOT complain to me tonight that you don't have enough information and try to blame me for not taking you. It's YOUR decision, YOUR choice not to go, so YOU live with the consequences and realize they are the result of YOUR decision!

To H: Sometimes, I wish you played oboe instead of clarinet.

[tobia_e]

Ummm... Your husband seems to have some kinda immature friends, but his myspace page is sweet, and he seems like a great guy... So, yeah, good job on choosing a husband; I hope you have many, many happy years together.