I don't stop anywhere for anyone. Since my freshman year of high school, my closest friend and I were referred to as the "master manipulators." We controlled student organizations, academic authority, and social policy both directly and indirectly. While I have grown past that title in my first year of college, I still manage to get what I want.

I used my words to scare my evil, inane roommate out of my room, not because I was simply selfish and wanted to share a triple with my fellow bitch other roommate, but because her incessant whining of incomplete thoughts somehow representing her failures with men, school, and society was sucking my will to live. Not only did my completely legal signs, writings and quotes demonstrating my feelings toward her incompetence and ignorance, decorate my walls with bitch philosophy, they were also enough to get her to call Campus Safety and accuse me of harassment. My connections as an active student council member, a must for any up-and-coming college Bitch, kept me safe and out of trouble.

I have reached a point in my life where I can no longer watch the world around me choose what kind of woman I will be. My family decided early on that because I was aggressive in my academic pursuits and otherwise that I would be the Doctor. When I turned 18, I realized that what I really wanted to be was an Elementary School teacher. While that may seem to be the least bitchiest occupation next to Trophy Wife, I see it as my way of shaping young girls into the Great Bitches of the Future.

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