I am so mad right now. I never knew that when you say you’re blood is boiling, it can be meant literally. WELL, AM I A GENIUS OR WHAT!!! My anger is so close to bursting out that my hands sometimes shake and they keep clenching and unclenching, in and out, in and out. I am going to scream!!!
I’ve never really hated anyone. Sure, sometimes I threatened a person with this unspeakable phrase before, but it never really meant anything except that I was in a bad mood and didn’t particularly like a certain person. That is, I’ve never really hated anyone…until now. This idiot, this teacher (an unfortunate coincidence) is such a jerk and a pompous fool that he doesn’t even deserve my anger. Howver, he teaches a subject I, well, used to like, and unless I want to fail the class, I can’t ignore him. I am so made that I can’t stop thinking about, lets just call it, “the incident.” But boy, even if I get in trouble, it was all worth it, just to see that look on his face when I practically started yelling at him. I’m sure he won’t forget that look on my face either…I’ve never seen him so mad…my only consolation. In 50 or even 5 years I’ll be able to recall this and I"ll laugh, very, very hard because I finally got the better of that idiot. He’s the type of guy who obviously thinks the world revolves around him, and who obviously thinks everyone should think so too.
My whole arms are shaking in anger–I can’t even say what happened I’m so mad. I don’t know what I’m expecting out of this, whether it’s sympathy, advice (which I don’t need, thank you very much), or nothing. It just feels good to tell complete strangers about my fricking history teacher and know that I don’t have to hear a load of crap from people I care about (though my friends did laugh afterwards). May his soul rott in hell!!!
“I’m made too Eddie.”
Who?
“You’re so money!”
Crap, that’s the wrong one, isn’t it.
Gaw, am I that old? Sorry, Eddie Childs was owner of the Western Co. N.A. back a few years and used to do radio spots railing against government intervention and advocating energy independence. Picture a sane Ross perot if you will. Many listeners agreed and “I’m mad too Eddie” bumper stickers began popping up everywhere.
Well, obviously everywhere might have beeen a bit of an exaggeration.
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Hold onto it for a while, because I can guarantee you, in about a week he will really be remembering it, then all of a sudden, he will never remember you again.
Don’t tease us like that. Tell us about the incident.
You’re going to have to give us a little more to work with here. Tell the story when you’ve calmed down a little bit.
Haj
Details, dammit! I need my vicarious outrage!
Besides, if you don’t tell us what happened, how are we to help you come up with a properly angry synonym for him? You’re likely to get answers on the order of, “My rage flares like the light from a thousand EZ-Bake ovens” or something like that, which probably just doesn’t come too terribly close to expressing the rage that is the tiger within you.
Oh, and if I were you, I’d be a little pissed at my English teachers, too…
Next time, bring pie.
Don’t you think some one with the name of “The Great One” would cause a little trouble when faced with an authoritarian situation?
Waaaa!
Can’t tell yet.
But you’re a bit late if you want Vincent Price to play you in the movie.
Gretzky fought the law, and the law won.
Eddie Childs !!! I’ve just realized that, in my memory, I conflated him and Crazy Eddie. Pretty soon, I’ll remember those Eddies and Eddie Van Halen as one person…
At least you are letting off steam here rather than doing in real damage.
But look what it is doing to you. I’m really sorry that you are this angry. What could possibly have been said that would trigger this reaction?
And, people say the SDMB is tough 
uhoh. This brings back memories of my high school history teacher. She taught us, among other gems, that the Native Americans did not possess the skills necessary for survival, and would have died out had the French Canadians not shown up to save them…
Must… control… blood… pressure…
But wouldn’t we all die out if not for the French Canadians?
Not literally, but it would a fate worse than death.
High School. A time of incoherence and self-involved idiocy. I seem, however, to have largely forgotten it. Perhaps some rhum will help.