My bad day on Thursday.
There is a kid at my school who will even cry at the slightest, least hurtful teasing.
So, in Latin, I'm joking around with him. Then, I start to tease him a bit. Not as big as to make a normal kid cry, but very, very little teasing that was barely on the line of teasing. Guess what happens.
He starts bawling his eyes out.
Next class. Study hall. Everything goes swimmingly. I'm surfing the web as usual when I'm done with homework.
Then, my guidance counselor (his too) tells me to go to the principal's immediately.
I go. And there, I see my grade principal. We have a conversation. I find out that it was for making the kid that has a kindergartener's crying senses cry. I tell them the whole story. I tell them that that was just teasing. I tell them the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
But they don't believe me. They treated it as bullying. Now, here's what the injury is.
My grade principal asks me a question: "What is your punishment?"
I carefully think of my punishment. "Too late in the year for detentions. Suspensions... I'm a first-time offender in this class. Lunch detention... Sure."
Then, she decides to give me lunch detentions for the rest of the year and having to miss the yearbook signing period outside. I then state, "I think that in place of one of the detentions and missing the yearbook signing, I will not use my cell phone until Saturday."
She accepts it. A lunch detention that day and no cell phone for 2 days it is.
The lunch detention is in the room of the choice of the person assigning it. Now, she needed to prepare for the assembly, so I couldn't stay in her office like I hoped to.
So, to add insult to injury, she decided to put me in the attendance office/mailroom.
OK. That's where teachers circulate through. Mildly bad, but much worse if my case manager (I have AS) comes by. Why?
Once she is on your back, she will never get off it. You don't have an ounce of independence. She is basically a symbiote that thinks that she is the universal symbiote: they need her to survive. Every day, she would check on you to see how you're doing. Heck, she would go as far as to call you on your cell phone to see how you're doing. She was told to stop making phone calls to students' cell phones. Anything wrong, she'd give you a 10-minute lecture ending with this query that made you rip your hair out: "What could you have done better so this would've happened?"
Oh yes, the mailroom/attendance office. To add more insult to the insult and injury that I had, the wall nearest to the highway was a window (except the door).
So, basically, I was touted around like a circus freak. "Come one, come all! Come see Lunch Detention Boy eat his lunch for free! Come peer in the giant window that is his cage! Come see this bad boy! Be careful! He might do something bad!"
That's basically what they were doing to me. I was put into the custody of the attendance woman and another grade principal. And my case manager didn't come. But the pathologist did.
We had a nice talk. We spoke for a few and had no aggravations.
Except my face was beet red the whole time.
Many peered through the window. Some were laughing and some, just plain astonished.
I know, I got off easy.
And this kid gave me a death threat, saying, "I'm not happy until you're dead!" He got 2 detentions.
And yes, I told the story to my mom. She was outraged that they would parade me around like a circus freak.
And we're writing a letter to the school about it.
Yes, I did wrong to some extent. But not to the extent of PUBLIC HUMILIATION!
Now, what would you rather have: two 4:00 detentions, or a lunch detention where everyone's gawking at you, laughing at you, and crowding around you?
I even went as far as to put myself down (i.e. calling myself swears [bleeped out, of course], the meanest kid alive, an a-hole, etc.)
And then, when the forgiving was over (yes, putting myself down is my way of forgiving myself and punishing myself for what I did), it all turned into anger that I was publicly humiliated BY A FIGURE OF AUTHORITY!