I loved you. I really did. Sure, much of that love is owed to dear Professor O, most beloved of all professors, but for the last nine months, even when I was unsure of absolutely everything in my life, I never doubted you. You were my rock.

But then, you and dear Professor O conspired with one another to write the nastiest bitch of an exam that I have encountered in all of my twenty eight years. You were sneaky, long winded, demanding, and extremely ambiguous. You left many of my fellow students in tears.

But I don't care about them, Civ Pro. I thought that what we had was special. I never expected that you, of all 1L courses, would have me solemn and speechless and half drunk at one in the afternoon.

I will never forgive you Civ Pro. You're dead to me.