How to stop an exploding man

Després de tenir la sang bullint durant 24 hores, el final era previsible: li he cantat les 40 al professor Forga davant de tota la classe deixant-li molt clar que no ens pot prendre el pèl d'aquesta manera. M'ha sortit amb unes excuses francament dolentes com que no tenia els nostres correus electrònics o que de divendres vespre a dilluns tarda no havia tingut temps de trobar un substitut per a un tema tan "complex i especialitzat". Jo li he dit que la propera vegada em doni els apunts i ja donaré jo la classe. Bé, de fet li he dit que més val que no hi hagi propera vegada. M'he quedat ben a gust :)

After my blood had been boiling for 24 hours I just couldn't stand my teacher telling us: "you saw the paper on the lab door, right?". I've told him off like I hadn't to anyone in 2 years. I've made him clear that we won't stand his bad attitude anymore - like if we had switched roles - and that he'd better never miss a class again. All he could come up with was a bunch of seriously bad excuses. That didn't help him much.
After this afternoon, I feel pretty relieved :)

Com a amic potser no sóc gaire bo, però com a enemic sóc terrible.
As a friend I may not be very good, but as an enemy I'm dreadful.