I Hate My School
My school has apparently decided to make us bring our student IDs to school to use our lunch accounts. Of course, they decided to do this without telling anyone in a venue where they would pay attention (I'm told they announced it during lunch. Of course, nobody listens to announcements then.) To make things better, I eat breakfast at school too.
I'm hungry now.
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Why? Are people claiming on others accounts? Wierd. We just used to use cash - no bother in those days (although the tempatation to spend it on non-lunch stuff was always great indeed).
TRF
I guess; I haven't heard of anyone who's had it happen to them, though.
Cash is so much slower than the account. If everybody used cash, the lines would be twice as long.
Bureaucracy gone mad then. You must show your ID as its the school protocol to show ID etc.?
TRF
I'm guessing it's a district-wide thing; there are much worse schools in the area, where there probably are people stealing from other people's accounts.
My senior year, the principal tried one day to institute a change in the tardy policy such that, effective immediately, all tardies were punished with Saturday detention. The only problem was that he didn't tell anybody.
So the day he apparently made this capricious decision, me and 4 of my AP class, 4.0, never got in trouble, model student friends went out to one of our houses for lunch instead of getting fast food. We called ahead and had his mom put an oven pizza in for us and ate it when we got there. Unfortunately, it took longer than we thought it would, and we were about two minutes late getting back for last hour.
No sooner had we walked in the door than we were rounded up by one of the school cops and escorted to the attendance office, wherefrom we were to be issued our Saturday school. Well, the line to get into the attendance office was like the line before the midnight launch of a new Star Wars movie, and we were almost an hour late getting to class.
Needless to say, we were pissed.
Now, the principal insisted he had mentioned it during that day's announcements. The catch, though, was that there hadn't been announcements that day, so he was completely full of shit, and everybody knew it (especially those of us in the prodigious line outside the attendance office).
We all decided that we just weren't going to attend the detention. To hell with them, we thought. We were tardy. We weren't causing a disruption, we weren't fighting, we weren't smoking cigarettes in the bathroom. We were in the hallways two minutes after class started running late.
Well, then we decided to do things all official-like. We all hunkered down over our school policy manuals (decided by the school board at the district level) and read the very specific tardy policy outlined by the people with the real power. We realized, then, that the principal had no power to alter it without first getting permission from his bosses, and so his punishments had no weight whatsoever. The fact that he didn't give ample announcement of the rule change made it worse, because there was a policy about that specifically: any changes to the rules had to be announced openly and clearly in advance of their taking effect so that everyone had a chance to get with the new program.
So the principal had changed a rules that wasn't his to change, instituted entirely draconian punishments, and failed to adequately make the student body aware of the change that he wasn't allowed to make anyway.
And did I mention the Pyrrhic victory side of it? Cause punishing tardy students by making them an hour late to class instead of two minutes is kind of, I dunno, retarded.
In the end, all of our parents completely agreed with us and they all called the school board to rat out the fat, worthless principal. He got royally bitchsmacked by the board, quit the year after, and we never had to attend our Saturday school.
Not like we would have anyway.
A couple of years after I graduated, I was talking to my senior English teacher (with whom I keep in contact because she is awesome) and she said that while she never said anything, she was desperately worried that I was going to get expelled for helping spearhead the anti-principal movement over the new tardy policy and wished that I wouldn't have chosen that particular battle. But, in the end, we kicked his fat ass.
Yeah, so that's my story of stupid high school bullshit.
I'm glad I lucked out in avoiding crazy staff (and had middle school biology taught by an atheist): It seems my brother caught some of the deep crazy after my graduation thought: New principal tightened up the dress code and didn't enforce it on the white students. Also shut down the fun artsy-fartsy "newspaper" thing we had because it was "too liberal."
They didn't notice my brother's peaceful protest in the form of wearing sandals/flipflops every day. Think he also grew out his sideburns or something as well. It's been a while.
Odd. For some reason I always assumed he was the older one. I honestly have no idea why because there was never anything to make me think one way or the other.
Did you have an older brother, Akusai? I always tend to assume brothers are older, and I always assumed it was probably because mine is.
No, sir. Just a younger one. So we need a new hypothesis.
...Assumption ninjas raining assumptions from the skies?
...I can't decide if I should delete that or not. I mean... it's got a spam name and a spam link there... but it's sort of contributing... maybe...
Okay, screw it, all spam being horribly deleted with a vengeance for giving me a virus just now.
I always tend to assume brothers are older, and I always assumed it was probably because mine is.
ey men all we haye the school, in some time or in some grade, but to all the people this is a hard time, changes, social obligations, girls, teachers.
I hate my school too, it's the worst place in the world so far.
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