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I also sarcastically corrected my Statistics teacher on the first day of school when she tried to pronounce my last name. It six letters long and phucking phonetic, I don't know how teachers screwed it up so much throughout the years.
Anyway it's no wonder she sent me to the attendance office to sign in late even if I got there seconds after the bell rang. I could be literally two doors down the hall, so close she could see the outlines of my pecker in my jeans, and she'd point me away.
I was also late about 130 times combined in 11th and 12th grade. I served many Saturday detentions and a few in school-suspensions. I also got suspended out of school for not going to in-school suspension because I thought it was bullsh*t to be held out of school as punishment for not being in school. I made sure to tell the vice principal that when I argued with him on the phone.
I should mention I was also a dickhead to authority in high school?
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Here in this graveyard it's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses in mute witness stand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned.
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