Dear communications professors,
Please stop asking everyone in the class to stand up and share what they did over the summer. My classmates full schedules of summer classes and internships in Washington D.C. and New York City make my accomplishments of watching every single season of Psych, Smallville, Grey's Anatomy and reading approximately 116 books this summer seem so much less amazing.
Dear weather,
Please stop being 99 degrees every day. I have to actually go outside during the daytime now and I don't like being a sweaty mess.
Dear air conditioning,
Don't ever change. I love you just the way you are.
Dear Provo,
I hate you and everything you stand for. And all the people living within your unholy borders.
Dear BYU,
Thanks for causing me so much anxiety, sleeplessness, extreme stomach pains and for taking all my money! Here's to one last year!
Dear Mark,
You are cute. And I like you a lot. Thanks for being the best husband and putting up with my grumpiness. You are my little chocolate mouse pie, my squishy teddy bear, my dollop of sour cream!
Love,
Heatherwhoisperpetuallygrumpybecauseshedoesn'tlikeschool
