An Open Letter to the Kid Who Reminded the Teacher About Homework

Dear Kid-who-reminded-the-teacher-of-the-homework,

I am writing this letter on behalf of the world-wide student community, to express my heart-felt hatred towards you, and your reminders. If I had a rupee for every time you reminded the teacher about homework, I'd have enough to buy myself a peaceful life. One without you. I hope this letter finds you at the best of your health (I hope not, actually). Despite my utmost respect for you, and your dedication towards learning, I felt it was necessary to bring to your attention the slight (actually, HUGE) issue caused by your unwavering support for the teachers’ lack of memory. 


I deeply sympathize with your unhelpful condition which causes you to commit these horrendous crimes. I suspect you might not have a life at home, which is unarguably the mere cause of your desire to pile more school work, on top of the mountain of assignments that already eagerly awaits for your arrival.  If you are the victim of any family issues, contact the nearest helpline, but kindly do not take out your frustration on us poor students by making the educator give us homework. 


I would also like to add that your voice when you vocalize the sentence, “Ma’am, you forgot to give us the homework.” Is no worse than a dog barking. I unintentionally hear the violent barks of an untamed dog, and see a filthy, covered-in-dirt, ugly dog when I look in your direction. I also find it salient to add that I am not indirectly calling you a dog, in case that’s your predominant concern (Maybe I am calling you one). 


If by any chance, you suppose you look “cool” or “smart”, when asking the teacher for homework; I hate to break this saddening news to you, but you are the furthest from looking ingenious. In fact, even the smartest of the class do not have the sadistic need to remind the teacher of homework. You seem like a person in need of validation, especially by the teacher. If you crave the words of appreciation from the teacher, then you certainly do not deserve the prestigious title of being-one-of-us.


In conclusion, I hope this letter enlightens you with the fact that there is nothing worse than a student who craves the position of being teacher’s pet. Your constant reminders make you look pathetic, respectfully. I hope the list of goals on your “Glow-up List” for the summer vacation includes not being a malfeasance in the academic year that will commence.


I hope your wi-fi lags during your favorite show. I hope your pens run out mid-exam. I hope your phone dies during every foremost moment. And most importantly, I hope I am never in the same class as you.


Sincerely,

Your most prominent hater,

Hoor Fatima

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