19th April 2007, 2:19 PM
Quote:Yeah it gets stupidly bizarre.
But the thing is, if schools weren't designed as festering prisons to begin with then alot of these issues would be avoided. Of course family life plays a huge role, but my family life was pretty much okay but school life was pure shit, I cant even begin to tell you all the drawn up plans that me and several other people in school came up with, who would die first, where the fires would be started in the most tactical locations, what guns to use (crowd control mostly) and the specific speeches to give during the execution of certain teachers and students.
If I went to school in a post columbine world I would have been kicked out, examined, my family would have been put under a microscope for drug use or some kind of mistreatment to me and it would have been horrible. But what it all came down to was the horrible stresses of the daily life in school. Fitting in, getting beat up, learning how to fight back, trying to cope with physical changes/hormone changes, not to mention work, studying, homework, projects all while just trying to grow up. Hell when I figured out masturbation I told girls they're practically unnecessary except for their cooking, that went over well. How hard can a 13 year old girl kick? Harder than you will ever realize.
But this guy was 8 years old when he came here, threw in to a new country, new rules, new lifestyle. and thrown in public schools. Who knew what he was up against everyday. Even just language barriers, every day must have been a fight for him. Every day an uphill battle. I dont feel sorry for him, but I guess I dont feel sorry for the victims either.
*golf clap*
Yeah, I got swept up in that sort of shit. Twice: one pre- and one post-Columbine. I was careless with my notebook, so people found it and looked through it. I wasn't too popular, so I drew up a comic series where this little demon-like man (modeled after me) killed all the people who gave me a hard time in gory ways. It was quite harmless, as, you know, I'm not crazy. It allowed me to turn my frustration and despair into something creative and entertaining (even though I did it when I should have been paying attention in class). Anyway, the worst that happened was confiscation and a recommendation of therapy.
Then, 2 years after columbine, a couple friends of mine got hold of my notebook and looked through it, got scared/weirded out by the little angry scribbles I put down when someone was annoying me, and turned it in. I was pulled out of class and set up with an appointment with ol' Rooney (we called him that because he was a strange combination of Jeffrey Jones and a pot-bellied Hitler). My parents were called in and talked to while the school therapist, who was very pandering to this wild young savage, started taking sheet after sheet and having me explain them (which was good, because I could at least attempt, though futile, to dispel their concerns).
Anyway, they wanted to suspend me for 4 fucking weeks for psychiatric examination, which my parents obviously protested. They sent a cop to my house with a search warrant, but coincidentally, a friend of mine went through the same witch hunt, and gave me foreknowledge of this, allowing me to hide my other personal journals. The cop allowed me to sign some sort of document where I could explain my innocence for their records. My parents made a stink about me losing school time, so I was allowed back in after a week, but only after reassurance from an outside shrink that I was not a danger to myself or others.
All in all, I enjoyed the time off.