Your class ends at 7:30. Your ... step? strength? aerobics? class has mats, weights, steps and God knows what else that your students need to put away once the class is finished. As it turns out, yoga starts at 7:30. No one likes the new schedule. However, Kari teaches a class similar to yours on Wednesday right before yoga and doesn't leave our class starting 10 minutes late.
Look, I'm sorry that you apparently have some sort of disability that leaves you unable to read a fucking clock or whatever. If that's the case, maybe you should set an alarm on your cell phone. Or perhaps have one of your students let you know when you should start wrapping shit up. FYI: the time to start wrapping it up is not five minutes into the start of our class. It's been two fucking months, you dick. Make some goddamn adjustments.
While I'm kind of talking about your students, maybe you could ask them nicely to pick up all of their shit when they are done. It's bad enough that we have to wait for you to go over your time limit and then wait for the majority of the participants to put their stuff away. But it really fucking pisses me off when I have to put away steps and exercise balls that your assfuck students left behind. I hate to be the one to burst your collective bubble, but y'all are not any better than anyone else. You got the shit out, so you can put it away, douchesticks.
It was bad enough that the gym was smelly and dirty. But I'm really pissed that you ruined the warm fuzzy buzz I got while watching our president-elect take his tour of the White House while I was doing cardio before class. I'm annoyed that it's almost goddamn 9:00 by the time I get home from class. I kind of hate you and want to punch you in the junk. I hate that I let assholes get to me and make me crazy.
I hope you all get a virulent strain of gonorrhea.
Yours in Christ,