(I copied this from my friend's blog... loved the idea of writing un-sent letters to random people.) (Hi, Chwah, if you're reading this I hope you don't mind if I pirated your idea, Lavyah.)
Dear Pre-school Teacher,
I'm sorry if I refused to follow orders (i.e. sitting on those multi-colored chairs.) That time I think I preferred to stand up. The psychology behind why you punished me by letting me sit on the floor, which wasn't even dirty AT ALL btw, I will never know.
Dear Elementary School Owner,
I never understood why you had a particular dislike for me - or am I just being paranoid? Anyhoo, I guess I should thank you for forcing me to sing, "I'm here," when you check for attendance, for making me stand up in public as often as humanly possible, and for creating weird and ineffective modes of penalties when we refused to speak in impeccable English. This is probably why I can sing a tune ON key, stand up in front of a crowd without any tinge of fright, and speak English impeccably - or so I'd like to think. I still appreciate all the things you've done even though I'm one of your least favorite people.
Dear Elementary School Cleaning Lady,
If I'm not mistaken, I remember your name was Lucy. It probably still is. You used to complain about how the other kids threw their garbage everywhere. I actually liked you enough to throw my trash in the bin as not to make your life harder than it already was. Well what do you know, I actually have a conscience. Ha.
Dear Person Who Stole My Money When I Stupidly Left My Wallet In The Restroom,
Just because God created dumb kids like me, it doesn't give you any right at all to take my lunch money. Granted, I shouldn't have left it there but you shouldn't have stolen it in the first place. At least you had the decency to leave my wallet. But I still hope God kicks your butt when you die.
Dear Science Teacher,
Was I really that bad? Shocked the hell out of me when I came in late for graduation practice and you hugged me and told me to be good. That actually made me wonder if I was such a horrible person. So maybe I pissed you off that one time when we had to do that seat work and I sang Loneliness out loud, which caused majority of the class to sing with me. I'm musical, I can't help it.
Dear STC Guards,
Thank you for being so cool. Thank you for ALWAYS letting me in even though I never wore my ID. Thank you for ALWAYS letting me go out even though I didn't have those exit passes. Thank you for letting me go in during that intrams a couple of years back even though I had no entrance pass.
Dear High School Principal,
Yes, my friends and I still know that soft drinks are bad for us.
Dear Admissions Guy from USC,
I'm sorry I wasted your time. I actually had a lot of fun answering your questions in a beauty queen manner during that interview:
Interviewer: If someone asked you to join a
fraternity here, would you join?
Angel: No, sir. Fraternities these days
are more like gangs who try to kill
each other. I don't believe in violence.
Dear Forever Tanga Friends,
God, I miss you guys. When will we ever get to hang out again?
Dear Boy of My Dreams,
Seriously, dude. If you're finding a hard time trying to get to where I am, stop being such a guy and ASK FOR DIRECTIONS.
Sincerely Yours,
Angel
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