Just Some Shit I'll Write.

Worlds largest pile of bullshit.

So, I haven't had anyone pm me about how I got expelled from my school, so Imma write a chapter about it, so that the two people who read this can get the big picture. Even though one of 'em already does. Anyways, I'm writing it so that in the unlikely event that someone else other than my two peeps stumbles upon my trash, you'll know. Now that that's out of the way, let us begin. Yes, all three of us

It was Friday, the last day of the first half of the school year, and during seventh period, I was called into the office. The assistant principal called me into her office and says,

"Do you know why you're here Joe?"

"No"

"You got your fourth tardy in history yesterday, and according to the handbook, four tardies is one day of I.S.S (in school suspension)"

"Are you seriously gonna do this to me on the last day of the semester?"

"It's my job Joe"

I took my referral slip and mumbled underneath my breath quietly enough so that no one would hear,"well your job sucks"

Now I was pretty pissed off at that school from Monday, when I got one day of O.S.S (out of school suspension) and two days of I.S.S. for saying that the school looked like it was full of butch lesbians on "dress up like a lumberjack day" I got home from school to rant to my mom about how bullshit it was. I was raging hot with hatred for a good half hour, then I started to cool down. Video games help just about everything. Oh well. Later that night, my dad picked me up to go to his house. My "friend" texted me asking what was wrong, since they saw me leave the office, hot with rage. I went on to explain to them how stupid it was, ect, ect. Then I wrote,"wanna help me shoot up the school?"
We then went on discussing shit about it, and I wrote a very fake plan that was never intended, nor was going to be put into action to shoot up the school. Since you see here with these writings in this book, I have no problems easily recalling information, and putting lots of description into my writings. I told her about how you can hack the cameras (which you can't) and pull the fire alarms (I'm too much of a pussy to anyways) and shoot people when everyone was outside ( I'm seriously not that kind of person). She replied with, "Jesus dude", and I returned it with,"I'll say messed up shit when I'm angry"

And that was that. Like so said it was a Friday, so I spent the weekend playing some Stealy wheely automobiley (G.T.A) 5 online with my cousin and our friends. I was cooled down in no time. I brushed it off, and didn't think twice about it. I didn't hear from my "friend" for the rest of the weekend, and I didn't see any reason to talk to them.

It was Monday, and when I got to school, I went to the I.S.S. room, and hung out. The lady that works in there is always nice when it's just one person. I was minding my business when the principal came in at around 11 and grabbed my school iPad. I didn't ask him why, but I thought they were just fixing something. They come in to classes and grab random people's iPads to fix them all the time. I brushed it off. There's a window facing the street, and I'll look outside and watch the cars go by when I'm taking a break. I saw a car that looked just like my mom's pull up, and I thought, that's strange... Then my mom and stepdad got out.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit-

I was in the room waiting for my doom, when the principal walked in, and all weird goes,"Joe can you come with me for a minute?" I couldn't say no, so I just got up, and left my bag and stuff there, thinking I'd come back, and leave school just like everyone else did.

As soon as we left the I.S.S. room, I immediately asked,"why did you take my iPad"
All he said was,"you'll find out in a minute", and we continued walking to the office. When we got there, I saw my parents and the school cop in the principals office. They say me down, and told me what happened. I told them that all of it was just a big misunderstanding. They persisted to question me. They treated me like a fucking criminal. In front of my parents of all people. They showed me printouts of screenshots of messages from my "friends" phone. That fucker turned me in...
The school cop interviewed me T.V. show style, except it was all bad cop. He called me a "mental criminal" because I knew exactly what guns my dad owned, and where they were in case anyone breaks into our house. I was just doing something his brain couldn't, and remembered something from more than 2 days ago. I was "charged" with 10 days of O.S.S. and the principal wrote a recommendation for expulsion, so the school board could go over the decision. They also took my phone and searched through all of my personal shit. I also learned that's what they were doing with my iPad.

It wasn't until about a couple days later when I was going through some shit in my room (I was bored like I'd never been before) when I found the school handbook. Now I'd know for a while that that principal had more dick in his mouth than in his pants, and he had a burning hatred for me, as I did for him. It was a hate hate relationship. But my offense was under the category,"threat accompanied with serious intent, and ability to inflict harm" the more offenses you have in the category, the higher the punishment. It was the first time I had done something in that category. Not only did the fuckwad blow it way out of proportion, he gave me 7 more days of O.S.S. than he should have, and he was in no position to write a letter of recommendation for expulsion.

If you couldn't already tell, the board meeting didn't go as planned. Ol' fuckwad put stuff against me from when I was in like, 3rd grade that had nothing to do with it. He was a filthy rat during it, I'll leave it at that. I made myself presentable, wearing a suit and tie, showing the board that I actually cared. I also had a lawyer with me, who wasn't cheap in the slightest (there goes 1,500 dollars) and I knew three of the board members personally, one of them being the superintendent, who also lives next to us. After I presented my case, and the burlap sack of shit decided to finally shut its trap, we were asked to leave so that they could come to a conclusion. After about 20 minutes the superintendent came out to get us, and we all filed back into the room. As I walked in, fuckwad  gave me the most sinister grin he could manage when my parents weren't looking.

I sat down and the second oldest (I presume) lady on the board spoke up;

"Joseph, after much discussion, and because of the content of the text message, we have decided to expel you from Paw Paw schools for 180 days."

I sat there, and looked at the ceiling. I didn't cry, I didn't yell, I didn't speak. I sat there and there and waited for them to say we could go. I didn't say anything on the ride home. Or the next couple days after. I was too ashamed of myself to speak to my parents. I didn't eat or drink. I just sat in my bed. And thought of all the times I had disappointed my parents. How many times I let them down. How much of a failure I was. I wanted to just pack the things I needed, and leave. I thought that my parents would understand why I'd leave. Why would they want such a shitty kid anyways? What will I ever do to make this better? I wanted to die so bad. I wouldn't care how, because I deserved it. I've felt pretty shitty at some times in my life. But I'm positive I will never, ever feel as low as the weeks following my expulsion.

Thanks for reading this long ass part peeps

Love ya

~Joe