Dear Computer,
This is my second week writing to you and I think that I am starting to enjoying it. But not the students. They are evil,  wicked,  little,  devil children that want me dead. I am begining to fear for my life. Computer, do you think if I started to subtract points from them, they will shut the mouths? Computer, Do not ignore me. Talk to me Computer!!! I COMMAND YOU TO SPEAK AT ONCE!!!!!!!!!......I hate technology. Sorry computer, will forgive me? No? I deserve it. I know I will send them across the hall! That'll show 'em whose boss. Me! Ha! Oh wait they already declared themselves independent from me. Drat! Maybe I will just stare at them and see what they do. No..that kid who flares his arms around will probaly see through my plan. Or the one who always is hanging around the pretty girls. (I have to ask him how he does it). The heaven's child would definetly see through my plan and tell Him. That would not be good. I WILL think of a plan. Or not. Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Mike