My Month As A Woman Named Ms. Libu.

A few years ago a girl named Margaret wrongly texts me. I being a male understood that being called Ms. Libu was probably a mistake. She had actually left me a few voice mails as well with very questionable excuses as to why she missed so much class.

The initial text.

It seems "bullpoop" that is damned by God gets people to do what you want.

Showing signs of missing too much school.

I mean when you can't spell things like "bring, tomorrow and thanks" and shorten words, and leave out letters... oh... and don't spell your own name right... I can see her frustration with showing up to class.

Don't get sassy with Ms. Libu.

I started to channel my inner Libu. And it's scary.

Argaret is asking for a Libu beating.

I will slap the M off her name permanently. No one yells at Ms. Libu. Not even the fake one!

The final text.

I think I went too far with "dummy". :) Or she just finally talked to the real Ms. Libu about all this.