Dear Mr. Zach Neil-

To quoteth Charlie Brown, "Agh!"

You, my good man, are the most annoying person on the planet. It's gym class, not the world championship of international volleyball. If we lose, I'm guessing we'll survive, and the world will continue to spin. (Or will it?) So we have a few communication mishaps. Oops. You just have to shrug it off and get used to it. There's no point in whining about it and saying how bad a team we are as a team when the people you're complaining about are standing right in front of you.

Do not, and I repeat (just in the case you're slow, Mr. Neil), DO NOT tell the freshman we need to communicate to hit the volleyball and who's got it, and then second laters, not hit the ball because you didn't communicate. I could've shouted loudly to you, "Hey, Zach! Where's the communication?!"

And one last thing before I go, Mr. Neil. How is it okay when one of your sophomore friends doesn't hit the ball well, but us freshman or a sophomore who doesn't play volleyball well get a lecture every time we mess up? What's that? You're an egotisitcal guy who believes that being older and being popular is all that matters in life? Uh-huh. That's what I thought.

I can't wait to see you in the future, by chance, working in some diner, while the rest of us (who, by the way, kept messing up in gym class) will be doing much better in life than you will be. See how much a volleyball game in gym class affected all our future lives just oh, so much?

Once again: Uh-huh. That's what I thought.

Thank you for your time.

(This was just a post to blow off some steam. Some of these insults might be half-hearted, some of them might not be. You can find out for yourselves.)