Not very fond of my teacher

Dear Mr. Theater/Production teacher,

I'm sorry, I cannot make this rehersal. It's a tech rehersal and we happen to have about 10 others, all of which I can make. No, I don't need you screaming in my face about how irrisponsable I am or about how dissappointed you are. You aren't making it any better. But, you ask, what could be so important that I could miss a rehersal? Yeah... I just happen to be playing with the New York City Ballet that day. It's a performance. This rehersal that I'm missing is not a performance. I need to have my priorities.

But instead of giving you the finger and telling you to find a new guy yourself, I decided to try my best to make it all better and ask my good friend Max to run the light board in my place for that one day. I asked you if that was OK. And you said that no, it is definitely not ok, that you're not happy, but it is a last resort. I'm not an idiot. I know it's a last resort. And I didn't ask if it was good. There is a big difference between OK and good. But Max, who you for some reason thought wasn't going to be in town for that weekend, told me that he could do it. Yay! I fixed it all! Wrong!! You're still pissed at me, even after I took the initiative to solve the problem.

You just happen to not be satisfied because you don't know what it means to not be angry at some one. Even if the problems are solved, you are always stuck on the past. You can't get past things and look towards the future. But seriously, why again are you a teacher when you never compliment someone's hard work and only unconstructively critisize them when they make small mistakes? It's about growth, not making students think they're the bane of your existance.

The only reason I still give a shit at this point is because you just happen to be holding a grade over my head while I'm trying to apply for schools. Way to make a student feel unnecesarry pressure.

With absolutely no love at all,
Lauren