Reported

After that last post, I thought things were going to be better. Heh, what a joke… Things never get better. Not for me.

I was sent to the principal’s office yesterday. Someone did report me, probably in response to what I said last time, and, well, the principal was mad. He started off slow and calm, saying how bullying wasn’t tolerated at that school… Actually, you know what? I’ll just post how I remember the conversation going.

“Hello, Vincent.”

“Morning, Principal Evans.”

“You already know why you’re here, don’t you?”

“If it’s about the blog, then yeah, I know.”

“Yes, that’d be correct.”

There’s a pause.

“Vincent, we don’t tolerate bullying, no matter the form it comes in. What you said on that blog was wrong. Students are allowed their privacy—“

“With all due respect, sir, how do you know the contents of the blog aren’t made up?”

“Excuse me?”

“No one’s asked me if I lied about Lois being pregnant. They didn’t ask me if I had even made up the journal.”

“Well, then that would be slander—“

“Sure, when lying hurts someone else. But when a real bully comes along and lies about how he didn’t mean to hurt the other person, of course they get off scot-free. You believe them when they lie, Principal Evans, and to single me out like this enrages me.”

“We do not tolerate bullying—“

“Yeah, you said that, but it doesn’t make a difference. Every day I see people being abused – not physically, no, mentally. And you people do nothing for us, you do nothing to help us, you just cause more and more trouble. And when we fight back, when we attempt to stop it, what do you do? You give us more punishment than the actual abusers. That’s the real crime.”

“That’s not true, Vincent. I have been here for several years, and each time I’ve made an effort to stop this—“

“And a nice job doing that! You know, if you’d actually done your job – if the rest of the staff had done their job! – then this probably wouldn’t have happened.”

I get up to leave.

“Sit back down, Vincent—“

“No. I’m going to class to learn from idiots like you.

… Oh, and sir? It’s libel. Slander is spoken.”

So, yeah. That’s what the conversation went like, and I ended up getting ISS for back-talking the principal. But I’m not sorry, and I’m still not going to take down the blog.

It felt good, actually, to talk back to someone like that. I’m not even sure why I did it since I’d normally just sit there and take it. But the anger I felt in that room was... exhilarating, fueled me... And I’m pretty sure that Evans was scared of me, at least towards the end. Probably thought I was going to come over the desk and punch him right in his crooked nose.
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