Only once, I think I was like 9, and was sent to the principal. As it turned out those 5 older boys that me and I friend fought that day were interpreting it as if we were bullying them (In fact, they tried to bully us, suckers...)
*gasp*Vornek said:Yeah, I was pretty pissed...once I stopped laughing.
-V
Here's something you meet in school early on, but probably don't recognize it until years later (most don't). I don't think it's a vast sweeping conspiracy but rather a product of the same institution that makes teachers drop what they're doing for months and focus on standardized tests (not sure if they do it there, but in Texas and much of America they do, and they get funding for doing it, and it's terrible). The teacher has a very narrow set of responses she's looking for, and she doesn't want to hear anything else. I've observed students getting into trouble or being encouraged to enjoy being lazy a while because they were ahead of the rest of the class - and it's not like the class were performing spectacularly. None of this encourages learning. It encourages feeding the institution. So your family basically having to live in the wilderness for awhile is silenced, while human beings over a decade old are rewarded for describing television as a basic need, an ideal which espoused is fundamentally harmful to that person. Congratulations, you've been introduced to beaurocracy. Sucks, doesn't it?Hauntghost20 said:snip
you are my new heronight_chrono said:For Halloween my junior year I went as "The Start of Government Oppression". That was the name I gave it in order to get away with it, but basically I went as 9/11. I wore a box I painted silver, and painted windows on. Had a model Boeing 747 sticking out on a dowel rod about a foot, and it would slide along the dowel into the body of the costume. Where the model hit, the cardboard folded in, and a bunch of red and orange tissue paper would poof out. I walked around carrying a copy of the Patriot Act to justify the whole government oppression thing. I pissed off more people than I can remember that day. I got constant death threats, a girl came up to me screaming an incoherent crying noise during my lunch, and I got shoved around a whole bunch. All my teachers thought it was brilliant, hilarious, and "a truly frightening costume". I got sent to the principals office once because some girl in my psych class was crying about my costume. So I went there and waited the whole period cause the principal wasn't there. He walks in just before the bell rings, takes a look at me sitting there and says "I don't want to deal with this shit James, just go somewhere else".
Tons more, but that's all I feel like typing for now.