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Obfuscating

February 5, 2015
By Anonymous

I'm in the vice-principal's office. Apparently, what I did did not warrant talking to the principal, just the second-in-command. Next to her is my counselor. My counselor is a good man but the vice-principal is oblivious to her vices. My counselor may know that, but still defers to her authority. Fair enough, he will have her job anyway when the time comes. I start off by owning up completely. I screwed up. I feel terrible for hurting others around me, and I make it known. Whoops, that was the wrong way to start off.
I was not supposed to say that until twenty minutes down on her script of how disappointed she is in me, apparently. Now what will she talk about? Reset the meeting. She's lost all her trust in me?

"Same here, you unethical buck-passer," I think, but dare not reply.

After all, it's cumbersome to be expelled and transferred to another school. Why did I do it? I wanted to blow off steam. Whoops, wrong answer. Apparently I did it because I thought no one would find out. An easy answer. A reason that can be easily grasped and remedied. A reason that would mean that I have no emotional problems that can't be easily solved. A reason that would mean I was just being stupid.
She asks the counselor what he thinks about what I did. Doesn't matter. She politely ignores him and continue with talking to me. Do I want to stay at this school? Yes, unlike the quarter of my class who tried to participate in an exodus to the easier school across the street.
She wants me to tell her why I should be allowed to stay and not be expelled. I shake my head, because I have no good reason for being allowed to stay. I admit that. Wrong answer again. I was supposed to grovel and beg. Community service seems like a decent punishment, along with writing apology letters. Writing is easy. Physical labor builds character. Debasing myself causes it to deteriorate.
  The next question is easier. What do I have to say for myself? My reply is that I screwed up. I feel terrible for hurting others around me. Apparently, my twenty minutes have passed.



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