We've all had to work with other people before, and we've probably had to deal with a few that were stupid, lazy, difficult, or just plain rude. These people could be bosses who were difficult to work for, coworkers who were difficult to work with, teachers who hated you, classmates who bullied you, or even just a waiter or waitress who gave you bad service. Of all the people you've had trouble with over the years, who was your least favorite?
I think mine was probably the head of discipline at my old school. He was the most racist man I've ever met and was constantly trying to prove that all white boys were evil and out to get their fellow black students. (he was black, if you haven't guessed) There were some black kids who took advantage of his racism and would get away with causing trouble or get white kids in trouble by accusing them of things they hadn't done. It was disgusting. The first time I met him was during my first week at that school. I accidentally stuck my knife in my pocket that morning out of habit and got through half of my first period class before realizing I had it on me. Being the good and rule abiding child I was, I went to the office and gave it to the front desk. I explained what had happened and the woman at the desk said she understood and would return it to me at the end of the day. The head of discipline (I forget his name so let's call him Bill) overheard the exchange and stopped me as I was leaving.He called me into his office and asked if I knew the rules regarding weapons at school. I said yes and recited them to him. No weapons were allowed and if anyone was caught hiding a weapon they would be expelled. If someone turned in a weapon they would be given a warning and be expelled the second time. Bill nodded, smirked, and told me I was being expelled.
Trying to keep my cool, I recited the rule again and pointed out I had not received a warning. Bill told me that I had clearly read the rule and therefore had been warned. I asked to call my mother and he said no and asked for my phone. I got up and left to talk to the principal and managed to get to her office as Bill was trying to grab me and pull me back to his office. The principal talked to Bill as I called my mother. My mother arrived and after a few minutes the dispute was settled. As Bill wrote me a pass to my next class he told me to watch myself and that he wouldn't tolerate some thug endangering his students.
For the rest of that school year I had to tolerate Bill periodically stopping me in the hallway to pat me down in front of everyone or ask me questions until I was late for class. He also once saw me brush against someone in the hallway (a black boy) and called me into his office. He asked me if I liked touching other boys and if we needed to talk about it.
After moving to a different school, I heard from someone that Bill was being fired for calling his son a white thug and accusing him of racism. The ironic part is the boy was black and had a melanin deficiency, but played along because he hated Bill and thought he gave blacks a bad name. He got Bill to say something he shouldn't have loud enough that someone heard and eventually Bill was fired. I wish I could find that kid and give him some sort of reward for what he did.
Sorry that was so long, thanks for reading it if you did.
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