You know who you are.
I'm heading off to college soon. I'm going to be a doctor--more specifically, a very wealthy and successful plastic surgeon. I will marry the only person I've ever loved and have beautiful Norwegian-Korean babies. Despite how hopeless and miserable being in your class made--all of us--feel, I am --we are-- elated that it's over and can finally move on to better things.
If my intuition is correct (as it always is) and you and your acquaintances are still following me, stalking me, harassing me, and trying desperately to restrict my free speech (yes, many students know about this and have called it unfair use of power by