Leave my disease on the table.......

Today i would like to take my 250$ camera and repeatedly bash it into Skelatore's face! Seriously she takes things WAY to far. I understand that i need to get my paper done but her telling me that every minte i see her does not make me like anymore than i have to which isn't very much to begin with. But i have a wonderful feeling that she's going to fail me based on me not liking her. instead of basing it on how well my paper was written, but no that's the right way to do. The way she gets paid to grade my papers. But NO i drew the short straw.
There is onlyso much of that woman i can take. That ANYONE can take. She pries into your life and then tells you that you Suck at everything.
so here i am wishing i didn't agree to take this as a full year class. It was a half year but then the schedule got messed up and it ended up being a whole year. At first i was like "Yeah, alright. that's cool I can improve in writing and be good for next year." VS now i feel like she has sucked ounce of cerative drive out of my body. She makes writing feel more like work...i don't see it as a hobby or an escape anymore. One more Day of regular class then i never have to look at her melting corpse ever again.
The day ca't end soon enough.