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Well, I'd say yes.
The teachers always gave me respect for just having some degree of "common" sense... I'd talk with most of them about things even outside of school (My 10th grade Geometry teacher saw Metallica like 3 times, Maiden, Floyd, etc... she had some great stories) and get along with them fairly well.
So I gave them respect... the actual administrators? Hell no. The assistant principal in my case actually went out of his way to fuck with me, and said it was "his job." I didn't give those fuckers the time of day.
Heh, you should have seen the one time that Asst. Principal tried searching me. I knew that I had spent all lunch smoking joints and cigarettes... and he knew it too, lol. All it took for him to figure it out is to happen to see who I was going to lunch with.
He even had one of the school-frequenting cops in his office, and had him stay in even when he shut the door. I knew from the second he came to search me (it was in 4th hour, right after lunch when he took me out of class) that that was what he was there for, and I also knew that he KNEW what I was doing.
Yet, he had actually nothing on me. No witnesses, nothing, etc, to prove it... so the only way he could get me, was if I had something on me.
Which I *never* did at school. Not even cig's usually. Anyway, I knew he couldn't search me because of my age, and presenting no reason for it, then to have the cop in there was completely absurd, but I knew I was safe, so I just went along with it. By the time we were done and he had went through most of the pages in some of my books, crumpled paper, pockets, sniffing my hoody (which even I said "yeah it does kinda stink,") he couldn't find a fucking thing, and he was literally purple in the face. He looked utterly disappointed.
Of course his demeanor about it was all nice and friendly even though he never once said why I was being searched (and I didn't ask, I knew he's a dick, and I knew he had nothing on me) but when he found nothing, he essentially just said "Alright, get out of here."
And it goes far beyond that, but I lost all my respect for the administrators, and the superiors that let that shit happen.
I kept a low profile though, so yeah. Class clown, but not a bad kid.
Edit; yet I missed probalby half of school after 6th grade, hardly ever turned in homework (always aced my tests though)... some might call that bad, whatever. Oh, I "unofficially" dropped out in 10th grade.
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Last edited by Floydian : 05-09-2008 at 10:34 AM.
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