Letters I will never send

Dear Einstein Bros. Bagels employee,
I'm sorry you're having a bad day. I came to your store for nourishment between the end of a long school day and the beginning of a long class and I expected to be treated decently. I waited patiently after I ordered my turkey sandwich on Asiago and watched silently as the 5 other people in my party ordered and were served. I asked a simple question, whether my sandwich was ready or not. You informed me that you already made all the sandwiches. You demanded to know the sandwich I was waiting for. You smartly replied that you handed that sandwich out...yet there I stood empty handed. You yelled at me because you were out of Asiago bagels. You stomped furiously while your embarrassed coworker made my sandwich on a 6-Cheese bagel. You promptly threw my bag in my face after the sandwich was stuffed so hastily inside. You slammed the make-line doors shut in anger as I walked out of the store with your coworkers apologizing in the background. I'm sorry you can't do your job as well as any McDonald's or Taco Bell employee could. I'm sorry that 7 orders in a row threw you off. I will not return to your place of business.

Dear SEI instructor,
I am not a master teacher nor do I claim to be. I am taking a required course from you and would appreciate it if you could teach me something. I certainly try not to ask stupid questions, I'm sorry if you think I'm a trouble maker. Your directions are not clear. I have learned that it's okay to act silly and talk to your colleagues only if the teacher likes you. I have learned countless ways NOT to treat my students. I would appreciate some insight or inspiration about teaching rather than the backhanded, snide remarks about how perfect you are. Your implications to me are that I am a failure and my comments or questions are of no value and not worth your time. If I had paid for this class, I would ask for my money back.