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The only things I was ever sent to the office for was talking back to teachers. I have issues with unreasonable authority.
Usually this was with substitute teachers being overly "fascist" in the face of a class that was, in my estimation, not doing anything out the ordinary.
The worst was my drafting teacher. He had a problem with me not facing him while would circle the class. The drafting chairs where awkward to sit on at best let alone turning to avidly gaze as we walked the back of the room.
He barked at me that I should look at him while he is speaking. I suggested that I didn't need to look at him to hear him. He apparently didn't hear me because he asked me to repeat myself. I did. He then suggested that if I didn't like it I could leave. Thinking about the comfort of cafetorium vs. his class I took him up on his suggestion and prepared to leave. As I was just going out the door, he changed his mind. He told me to go to the office. I guess he couldn't make up his mind.
At the office, after cooling my heels for a while, I explained exactly what had happened in the class. The VP, looking a my file. Asked me again why I was there. I explained again. He shook his head and asked me how an A student with no record whatsoever was doing sitting in front of him. He just laughed and told me to get out of his office. Oh, and try to play nice with my teachers.
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"My hands are on fire. Hands are on fire. Ain't got no more time for all you charlatans and liars."
- Old Man Luedecke
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