You know that point where your "friends" are being douche bags, you just want to give them a giant middle finger and just say "screw off, you're not true friends.", and abandon them and get new friends? I experienced that point last Friday.
Allow me to elaborate. I hope I'm not being too winey...
So on Friday, as usual, I put my backpack in the center room, (a big room that Seniors and Juniors tend to keep clean, however as with Freshman and Sophomores, that's a different story.) bought my lunch, and went outside to eat. About halfway through lunch, I had heard there was a big food fight in the center room, but since I wasn't involved, I really didn't care that much. Anyway, at the end of lunch, I went to go get my backpack. I saw the Dean of Students and the principal taking my backpack out of some closet looking thing. When I asked what he was doing with it, he accused me of being in the food fight. Naturally, I was outraged, but kept a cool temper, because the dean is NOT someone you want to screw around with. Finally, after arguing with him for about 5 minutes, he told me to get some of the people I was eating with so they can essentially clear my name. Here's where it gets crappy.
So, I went outside to go get one or two of the people I was eating with. There were about five people, so I thought this was gonna be in and out, real quick. (That's what she said, har har.) But when I asked them, NOBODY WANTED TO GO. Nobody. They simply didn't feel like it. I asked my friend Ryan, and he replies with "Uh, dude... just like, go ask someone else, or something. I don't want to get up." I was starting to get frustrated. And when I say frustrated, I mean FUCKING FRUSTRATED. If I didn't get someone to clear my name, the dean would assume I did it, give me a Saturday school, (You have to come in to school on a Saturday, and clean, do tedious work etc. for five hours.) and I would miss 6th period. So eventially, after everyone keeps being lazy, inconsiderate, and stupid, one of my few true friends, Brendan, who is insanely awesome and has identicle music taste to me, bailed me out. I was late to class, and the dean gave me a look, as if he still didn't believe me, but I'm ok. So that's it. Oh, and the dean told me to get a haircut. AGAIN. Ugh. I hate the dean. Then again, who doesn't. BTW, above is a picture of the dean. I know. He scares me too.
