writing to a friend about an unfair grade

Dear Jesse,
I can’t believe the grade I got on that last essay what the heck was the teacher thinking. It took me forever to write the essay, do the research, and then type it out. I just don’t understand what the big deal is not even an “e” for effort, oh well I guess she doesn’t have a heart. I bet she would be mad if she did the same paper I did and got the same grade. I can’t believe how they act like the don’t even care cause it isn’t they’re grade. One of these days something like that is going to happen to them then I bet they’ll realize how it feels. Actually I’m sure they all ready do know how it feels, yet for some reason they do it anyway, it isn’t fair. I don’t know man maybe its just the military coming out in me, I’m so used to being around people who screw you over on a daily basis, and don’t really care what happens to you when I comes down to it. I guess I was just hoping now that I’m back in the real world it would be different. It’s not like I was writing a letter asking for world peace or anything, it was just a simple lil research paper on my favorite president, which I might add defiantly wasn’t done on Obama. Man if I did have to write a research paper on him I could probably talk forever about how much of a loser he is. You should hear the new things he’s doing this week.
Well I think I have vented for long enough, ah I feel so much better. Next time she asks me to write a paper she better be wearing a helmet because I’m going to blow her mind!