Dear Livejournal
I got suspended from school for two days because they found out that the two "personal items" that that wanker stole out of my purse were pot and a pipe.
That fucking ass hole stole from me, exploited me, and violated me.
My mom and I had to go to school yesterday at 7:00 a.m. to meet with Monty and Claes. They were telling me how All of the teachers were mad at me because I used them all and the school meeting to get my weed back. HELLO! I didn't say anything to a teacher until I realized my fucking MONEY was stolen, and I wanted the pipe back because it didn't belong to me, it was my brothers, and he doesn't like it when I borrow his pipe.
They totally made me out to be this druggie of the school who used everybody to get my drugs back or whatever, and that wasn't the case at all. Especially since it was MONTY'S idea to have the emergency school meeting.
And Claes told me how I've betrayed his trust by bringing pot into school, and all the teachers. I told them a number of times (And its the truth, too) that I had no intentions of smoking at school or before school or sharing it with people at school or anything, it was just something that was with me. They said they were worried about Lucy and my other friends that knew what the items were, they seem to think I had some evil plans to completely corrupt dear Lucy, and that I put everyone who knew in a moral dillemma because they didn't know whether to rat me out or be a good friend to me. They didn't talk to those friends of mine so they don't know if they had any moral dillemas, and since I know them better anyways, I don't think anyone was feeling any guilt or shame because I had pot. All of those people do or have smoked before...so what the fuck?
I hate this. I'm one of those few people at school that has tried to really involve myself and others in school because I truly love the school, but now I'm starting to hate the school. It's not because I'm sick of classes and shit but now I go in and I feel like all of the teachers hate me for the stupidest reason...
And I've also been noticing how few friends I truly have at the school. I realize more and more that I've only got a couple of friends, and 85% of everyone else I thought were my friends most likely don't feel the same about me, it's hard because all of my friends have left and are all alumni now. Those were the only people I was really close to. Now I can only count two certain people at school that I can really call my friends.
That fucking ass hole stole from me, exploited me, and violated me.
My mom and I had to go to school yesterday at 7:00 a.m. to meet with Monty and Claes. They were telling me how All of the teachers were mad at me because I used them all and the school meeting to get my weed back. HELLO! I didn't say anything to a teacher until I realized my fucking MONEY was stolen, and I wanted the pipe back because it didn't belong to me, it was my brothers, and he doesn't like it when I borrow his pipe.
They totally made me out to be this druggie of the school who used everybody to get my drugs back or whatever, and that wasn't the case at all. Especially since it was MONTY'S idea to have the emergency school meeting.
And Claes told me how I've betrayed his trust by bringing pot into school, and all the teachers. I told them a number of times (And its the truth, too) that I had no intentions of smoking at school or before school or sharing it with people at school or anything, it was just something that was with me. They said they were worried about Lucy and my other friends that knew what the items were, they seem to think I had some evil plans to completely corrupt dear Lucy, and that I put everyone who knew in a moral dillemma because they didn't know whether to rat me out or be a good friend to me. They didn't talk to those friends of mine so they don't know if they had any moral dillemas, and since I know them better anyways, I don't think anyone was feeling any guilt or shame because I had pot. All of those people do or have smoked before...so what the fuck?
I hate this. I'm one of those few people at school that has tried to really involve myself and others in school because I truly love the school, but now I'm starting to hate the school. It's not because I'm sick of classes and shit but now I go in and I feel like all of the teachers hate me for the stupidest reason...
And I've also been noticing how few friends I truly have at the school. I realize more and more that I've only got a couple of friends, and 85% of everyone else I thought were my friends most likely don't feel the same about me, it's hard because all of my friends have left and are all alumni now. Those were the only people I was really close to. Now I can only count two certain people at school that I can really call my friends.