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Okay enough of the introduction lets get into the story.
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Week 1:
No matter how hard I try I am always late for science, Even if I prepare myself during break or the class before and it’s not because I am lazy or slow. It’s because I despise my teacher, 'Mr. Adams he is a class A asshole’ who doesn’t support gay rights and because I am openly lesbian he obviously didn’t agree with me ever since I came out all he could talk about was how it isn’t natural or how if being gay was going to be accepted than slowly there was going to be a gay holocaust. Where everyone becomes gay and stops re-population. The whole class was against me after Miss Hamilton left on break. Miss Hamilton was the best science teacher I ever had I learnt a lot more than what I do with Mr. Adams not to mention she supported me she knew people were being crude and making remarks towards me so she would stick up for me … After a while in Mr. Adams class I started becoming more frustrated because I was beginning to realize that he started targeting me even more by talking about me with other teachers I’m not kidding or being over dramatic with this stuff. He literally targeted me.
A few more snarky comments from some of the students and a couple of gay remarks by him and I was out. I mean don’t get me wrong people have their opinions and I am all for it but that’s okay but you don’t say it in front of the entire class. I wouldn’t have the guts to stand up and abuse him in front of the class so why should he stand up tall and be allowed to confess to his heart’s content how were nothing but vermin I admit this stuff it was nearly happening in different classes as well getting called ugly by your health teacher all because you got a new piercing. How my hair color doesn’t fit in with my culture. I even had a teacher come up to me and started asking if I brought food to school because she thought I was anorexic and after those rumors went round I couldn’t even walk to my school without being looked down upon people really thought I was starving myself and I nearly punched a guy in the face for it. That’s the thing though; it was a teacher who couldn’t keep her mouth shut in the teachers’ lounge.
Teachers are just as bad as students when it comes to bullying and rumors. I kept it in and moved on but these things caught up to me and I really started to hate school it was bad enough I was getting harassed by students... But now teachers? Unfortunately this lead to self-harm and me becoming depressed and because of all this crap I was becoming stressed and started failing high school in general. For 5 months I didn’t show up in Mr. Adams class. I kept getting pulled into the office for truancy but not even detentions, calling my parents or having 5 teachers talk to me at once was still not working. I had to sit down with Mr. Adams to discuss the problem but I refused. I didn’t go into his class, instead I was at the back of the school having a smoke or in the bathrooms doing work for other classes I didn’t mind failing even though at one stage science was my favorite subject. About 2 months before the end of the year Mr. Adams announced he was leaving, of course this was a rumor at the time so I decided to go to class to see if they were true. I was weary to walk in but with a few shoves by a couple of people from the class I found myself inside with Mr. Adams staring at me shocked. I looked up and saw everyone was staring at me too.
I walk to the back of the class head down and forcefully throw my bag on the ground. I sit down and Mr. Adams starts speaking. “As most of you guys already know, Todays my last day.” I didn’t mean for it to happen but my face lit up. And a smile began to grow on my face. He starts speaking again this time he leaned upon a desk and his face started to go un-easy. I started getting anxious I look next to me and see one of my old friends who decided to sit next to me but because I was to focused to Mr. Adams I didn’t even realize “Hi Stephanie.” I said awkwardly looking down “Hey Gabbi“she spoke awkwardly I know she didn’t want to be next to me. “Mr. Adams is pissed with you, you know that right?” ... she said easing into her seat a little more. “Oh I know. But I don’t want to miss his goodbye speech.” I responded with sarcasm she looked up at me and smiled I sit up “Hey Stephanie do you think he is going to say something about me?, If he says one gay remark I swea-“ I was interrupted by him continuing with the speech…
“It seems as some students don’t understand that I am here to teach, not here to argue with you.” He says with a angry tone looking towards me. “Gabbi, say something!” Stephanie slaps my shoulder. I stand up looking like a complete idiot “Why the fuck are you looking at me?” I felt fear trembling down my body I reach to the ground to pick up my bag when suddenly I feel and hand on my back I turn to see who it was and before I knew I was struck by one of the other girls the class erupts into laughter I drag myself up from the cold lino holding the side of my face forcing myself not to cry the girl takes a step back and responds “Get the fuck out.” She leans in and pushes me back making me fall backwards into the desk Stephanie was sitting in "Now, whore!" I face the teacher and he doesn't say a word. I pick up my bag once again and I feel a tear going down my face and as I shut the door behind me I fall to my knees and start to cry.
I attempt to stand when I hear a door open and shut and footsteps echo down the hall. "Gabbi?" the sound of this voice sounded familiar. "Fuck off!" I respond. The sound of the footsteps start getting closer. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder it making me jump. "What's going on?" I turn to face the person and wipe the tears away I breathe a sigh of relief “Miss Hamilton? What are you doing here?” “Well someone’s got to teach Chemistry, don’t they, now what’s going on?” . "Nothing Miss Hamilton, sorry for swearing." I start to stand and she guides me up. "Gabbi I want to know what’s going on. What happened to your face? Your face is swollen! Did someone punch you.” She puts her hand on my face and guides it into the light to get a better view.
“Miss, please don’t worry about it, It’s nothing.” I feel Goosebumps slowly climbing around my body. “Come with me I don’t have to teach until another half hour, let’s go get some lunch, my shout.” I nodded and hung my bag up on one of the steel hooks in the hallways and followed her down the corridor’s. As we step out to the front of the school I pull out of my pocket a fresh cigarette and put the cancer filled stick into my mouth "Still smoking that crap?." she responds “Yeah.” I said awkwardly I pull out a whole packet “Do you want one?” I know it’s a weird thing to ask a teacher but I knew from previous conversations that she had smoked before. Miss Hamilton looks at me with confusion “Gabbi I don’t smoke.” She replies as I pull out a union jack lighter out of my pocket and lights the cigarette the glistening from the lighter lit up my face when we stood under a shaded tree “Bullshit.” I respond. I look at her and she gives me a surprised expression.
“Or are you just to pussy to smoke in school grounds?” We were isolated from the rest of the school so no one could see us. She looks around to see if anyone’s watching “Only one” she whispers. I put my arm out towards her and hand her a cigarette followed by the lighter. “Thank you.” She responds.
