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Rhymes with scarred

Marred

I’m surprised I didn’t think of that word sooner.

My computer’s dictionary defines it as:

impair the quality of; spoil

It seems to be an apt word to describe my MBA. The root is even more astute, mar.

Why?

Why Mar?

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  • Why did you do it Marlene? You have no idea how hard you've made my life. Still I suffer. My prescription has gotten all screwed up again so I feel light headed and paranoid again, plus I clearly am not calm.

    I was only ever trying to help you and be your friend, that is what you said you wanted. You said you were my friend. You said you appreciated me, you said you noticed I went out of my way to help people. You said a lot of things Marlene, which were the lies?

    I never tried to figure it out, or I didn't care, Gary and I wanted things to be better. People said it was a misunderstanding, an overreaction, and an immature act. Of course Anne DeWolfe also insisted I must be lying, that you must be telling the truth, that I must be threatened and punished and broken. She also insisted I wouldn't be negatively affected, that my participation and enjoyment of the MBA program wouldn't be affected. Anne DeWolfe also insisted she was following policy and "nothing can be done".

    She too lied, the doctors and councilors at UBC quickly figured out that, they urged me to speak to someone outside the faculty. But foolish me, I wanted things to be better. I didn't want to cause trouble. I wanted...

    I just wanted to be happy.

    You knew that and you still decided to hurt me!

    It closes in on five years now. And I'm not well. I'm not out of debt and I can honestly say I did not benefit from doing my MBA at the Sauder School of Business, I did not benefit from going out of my way to help my MBA Classmates, and I did not benefit by remaining silent for as long as I did. I certainly did not benefit from knowing my classmates. They have proven to be not worth knowing.

    Things are still fucked up. And I am still sick.

    I'm lucky to be alive and I'm lucky I don't have a criminal record. All because I cared and tried to help Marlene Lau. When is this going to end, when will the propping up of the facade of normalcy end?

    Kill Matilda indeed?
  • I'm still scared to go outside.

    Why Mar?
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