Dear Month of March,
I think you're a pretty cool month, but apparently not everyone agrees with me.
Year, after year, after year, people get very angry with you. They even have a name for it: March Madness.
I don't know what you did, but a lot of people are very upset.
You play it off pretty well, but I know that secretly it stings. There's a reason you come in like a lion and out like a lamb-- you can only take so much venom before it begins to wear you down.
None of the other months have to put up with this. Everyone remembers September as the most reviled month of their youth-- the month that summer ended and school began. Yet somehow, September gets a free pass.
March, I know you've made some mistakes, but I want you to know I'm not mad....I'm just very disappointed (and your secret is safe with me).