So, the way I see it, I could get a 50 tomorrow and still be in A/B shape, overall.
Dear His Highness, Sir. Dr. Edward C. Stacy III, PHD, MD, BS, esq:
I respect your class, but I am not taking it for credit, and I see no practical use for it in my life.
I have struggled in it all year, and for the past few weeks, I have just sat back in tragic amusement at how much greek your idle graphs, charts, formuli, and letters are to me.
Furthermore: Mark my words. Tomorrow morning, I will offend your final exam by achieving an obscenely low grade on it.
Although I am not proud of this, I have given this matter much thought, and I have decided that I wear about a thousand different hats, all prioritized before of that of "economics student". Thus? I could give a shit about the fact I am a sucky Econ student. I hate everything to do with economics. I believe your class interested me for all of .01582 seconds. [And then I woke up.]
~~~
Sure, I'll try to pay closer attention to Macro next semester, I've even developed a system to become more organized in my doodling note-taking. ... But I am not going to hold my breath waiting for it to become, all of a sudden, more interesting than watching grass grow.
Sincerely,
~ Your least favorite student
P.S. When my mother found out that I was going to put a tampon in your theses paper collection box, attached to a note that said "ENJOY THE STEADY FLOW OF PAPERS", she lectured me for the 2000th time on why I need to develop respect for my elders.
... So I've opted for subjecting you to a mild Senior Prank, instead. ♥