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Ran into a friend from high school today and started to think back. Ah, those were the days. I remember in my Junior year, someone painted "Die, freek, die" on my locker and guess who got to clean it up. That's right, me. The principal said it was my fault for acting/dressing/being the way I am and instigating it. And so I wonder...why do people hate what they don't understand? I just don't get it.
It's High School...it's pretty much prison...you just do yoru time and never see the sick fucks who work there or went there ever again.
Horrid place and time...columbine happened a couple years after I left but oh how I planned the same kinda massacre...but I had other outlets and never went that far...but damned if i can't sympathize.
i would have refused to clean it lol even tho it was highschool if you really didn;t want to do something you don;t haft too. I was the only white kid in an all black school so you can imagine the hell i went threw.