The Audacity! How Are You Not Embarrassed?

THE AUDACITY. The sheer audacity of this woman to even think I would participate.

No. Absolutely not after everything she put me through.

For those of you who do not know about this whole situation, let me explain.

I was studying the first step toward becoming a preschool teacher. I had almost finished one full year and only had five months left when everything happened. During that time, I was doing my internship at a preschool.

Let me just say this: they completely screwed me over.

Dangerously false accusations were made against me, and neither the teacher, the principals (yes, two different principals), nor even their boss actually listened to my side of the story. Instead, I got kicked out because of it all.

And honestly? It still pisses me off.

Now to the actual audacity.

The teacher invited me to the last school day before summer break.

Yeah… no.

I am not doing that.

When I told some of my classmates what had actually happened, they were genuinely shocked. Meanwhile, the teacher kept saying things like:

“Emma, you can come if you want to. It would be good for you.”

Good for me? Seriously?!

After everything that happened, it honestly just feels insulting. Like being spat in the face and then politely invited back to smile about it.

So no. I would honestly rather stay home, sleep, or go into the city and buy Pepsi Max instead.

I even wanted to reply to the invitation with a few gifs that I sent to my best friend/cousin afterward. Let us just say… the gifs had opinions. Strong ones.

But she told me:
“Be the bigger person.”

So fine. I will behave.

Still tempted, though.

And no, I will not share the gifs here either. Sorry.