Dear Statistics Class,

After only a few short days together, I think I know you well enough to break the news to you: I don't like you. This may seem harsh, or rash, or even brash of me, but facts are facts. So I will tolerate you for these nine weeks we are together, but once I have my grade and am good to go for grad school, I will leave and not think of you again (except that I probably will because you'll be useful in my urban planning classes. But I'm not going to like it).

Sincerely,
Julie