A Letter to Person Responsible for Cancellation of Classes

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Dear Person Responsible for Cancellation of Classes,

I'd like to say thank you for giving me and my friends more time to study for tomorrow's exam. It really means a lot to know that you're somehow on our side. Now that we have more time to spare, we can just chill right now and study later - so thank you for giving us that precious 'chill' time.

Let me now proceed to hammer you with a baseball bat. You pink-assed mandrill.

I woke up, like many among us, early in the morning today for two purposes: to study (because I felt sleepy last night and had to go to bed early), and to check for updates regarding suspension of classes amidst this freakin' new typhoon. What a relief it was to find out at 6AM that our classes will go on as usual - your words, probably. It got me quite excited, really, knowing that I'd have to wage a full-on street fight with the rain and wind and waters again.

Fast forward to a couple of hours later, and there I was in school, confused by one of your minion's circulating pronouncement saying that classes had been suspended. The pronouncement was supposedly made at 8:30AM.

So, what's with that? What, in the span of two-and-a-half hours, managed to diffuse into your head and made you suddenly shift gears?

Allow me to speculate.

Maybe you made the initial announcement when you'd just left your bed to go to the bathroom to pee. Maybe you had your curtains drawn, and you weren't able to see outside your window, unable to see the tiny amount of rain falling gracefully from the sky. Maybe you thought it was just fog. Maybe you weren't aware that a freakin' typhoon was about to take a dump in this city. Maybe you thought it's just another day (cue Next to Normal music) - another usual day - and that all this weather brouhaha's nothing new to us (well it no longer is actually, but that's not the point). Maybe you thought it'd make us better citizens to brave another freakin' bad weather day.  

I have more of my hypotheses, but what I'm trying to drive at is this: Two-and-a-half freakin' hours! What, you suddenly exited your front door and realized the waters are higher than usual on the pavement? Five of us were already in school at that time, and three of us weren't residents of the urban swamp where the school is.

Just so we all know, it's no longer raining right now. I'm not complaining - about the rain, that is.

But we'd really appreciate it if you're more in tune with the weather. Maybe you should form a weather advisory board, if you still haven't, or chuck the people out of the board and replace them with new ones if you already have. I suggest, for new members, your students themselves.

So, my two conclusions. First, I'm glad that we don't have class. Second, prick!

That's all.   

From Guy Who's Not Happy with Person Responsible for Cancellation of Classes