I'm twenty years old, so subtract 6 years from that, and you get 8th grader me. I was in a public school because my only friend went there, and he transferred out of school a month into the program because it was "too hard for him".
He must have had seven kinds of brain damage because that school was slow beyond any sensible logic. I mean seriously, we FINALLY started Algebra in grade Seven, and this was at the end of the year. And I was in the upper class. I finally made friends again, and we hung out at lunch. Except this one kid was also friends with our collective nemesis, who we shall call "Brian".
Brian was not a very well-adjusted boy, he had brittle bone disease, had a learning disorder that prevented him from focusing in high stress situations, an anger issue, and attention deficit disorder. I truly wish him the best, but what he did through his three years of Public School was unforgivable, and he has caused me more than enough grief for someone who was showing the early stages of Manic Depression. He was not a slow boy, nor was he someone you should be super gentle with, he needed to be shelter only enough to be safe from the perils of a s****y Public School system. He sat at our table with his only other friend, Jacob as he shall be guise'd.
Now Athul, Will, Joey, and I were all tolerant of this kid's b******t to a certain point, but then he'd just flip the switch and we'd call his b******t. And when we did, the vice principal would be next to our table, telling us why Brian was right and how he needs more attention because of his issues. Which pissed me off, because Will had a similar learning deficit, and so did Joey. But neither of them were ever given credit for their actions or ever considered innocent, they were ALWAYS guilty. And I s**t you not, when the Vice walked by, it was game over. EVERY. TIME.
And Brian KNEW he could get away with this s**t, so he pulled punches, every G*****N DAY. And again and again he’d relish in our misfortune of getting told off for the smallest things, of which I have compiled a list for the reader.
* We were talking too loud, Vice came by and yelled at me personally, and when I informed him in a hoarse wheeze that I had laryngitis, he scoffed. I got ISS.
* Will and I were hanging out next to our lockers, and Brian got pushed from behind, turned and blamed it on us. Vice came strolling by mid-accusation, assume it was true and threatened to have us suspended. We were rescued by Athul and Mike who said someone else did it.
* He claimed I had ding-dong ditched him, which somehow was school related and the Vice brought me into his office. I got ISS for telling him he was full of s**t. The office secretaries gave me thumbs up on my way to the ISS.
* He called Mike a Ni**er, and Mike threw him across a line of tables. I got blamed for inciting Mike’s rage, and Vice threatened to have me expelled. By then, the real principal got involved and told him to back off and he was fishing for a reason to get me out.
* On the bus, I told Brian to shut up. He called me a “Sand Ni**er”, despite me being white as hell. I cursed his name in fake witchcraft speak, and wished ill upon his cat. The bus tapes show me sitting in my seat calmly while Brian goes off on me with gestures and so forth. I got ISS for moving my mouth on an audio-less tape
Okay, so after those selected few instances of total BS. I get called to the Principal’s office during Art. I clean up, go there, and WHATTAYAKNOW it’s Vice. He says that he wants me to be as honest as I want to be, and that if I’m caught lying, I will either be sued or expelled on behalf of Brian’s family. Vice then goes on to explain how Brian came home from biking the day after I wished ill upon his cat, and found its mangled corpse in their driveway. I was facing charges, and I was almost terrified beyond sense, I managed to find my voice and say: “I didn’t do it”
And not more than two seconds after I say those words, Brian and his c*********g white trash family come REELING through the door screaming the worst things you could ever hear. I can’t remember what happened next, but all of a sudden the school police officer was there with handcuffs and he was forcing my hands behind my back. And I fell over.
The Vice later wrote me up as resisting arrest, when in truth I was under the influence of gravity. Officer Pig said I was under arrest, but the real Principal told everyone to back off. I was innocent until proven guilty, and I was excused. I left school a week later, but not before I went off like a s*****n to the Vice principal as hard as a 14 year old can go.
I can easily summate what I said, because the satisfaction of saying what everyone wanted to say to the Vice made me hear everything as a crowd.
“You are the most horrifying thing to happen to the human race since H**LER. You are a shame to the billions of years of evolution that make us all up, you have turned me into a horrible person like yourself, and now I know why. You can never be loved, and if you ever WERE loved, it was a TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE mistake on the other person’s behalf because a person like you is exactly what is wrong with the human species, YOU ARE A LESSER BEING AND I WANT YOU TO D*E ALONE AND AFRAID LIKE I WILL!”
And the rest was a blur, I wasn’t expelled, it was discovered that the cat was mauled by a coyote, which was not inconceivable, because we lived next to woods, and there are TONS of wolves there.
To this day, I wonder if what I said to him ever changed him. For better or for worse. I don’t like what I said, but I pretty much said exactly what I typed, less eloquently of course, but for three years of horrible, horrible treatment, I’m fairly certain that was the better hit on the upswing. Shameful, but satisfying.
Just wanted to get this off my chest, I don’t care if this gets buried, I want people to know that I commiserate with them.
TL;DR: Vice principal was a terrible human being and was totally controlled by an ill-adjusted preteen who almost had me arrested for “k*****g and mauling a cat” with no evidence, and eventually was told by yours truly that he was an inferior being.
