*sigh* (emo moment coming, skip if you want, I'd skip it if I wasn't me.)

When I was in 7th grade, the year was 1999, Columbine had just happened. I was 14. There was a bomb threat at my school, the end of the school year in which the Columbine incident had happened..

I was in ISS(In school suspension) because I hit a girl who insisted on stabbing me with her compass(circle-maker in math) and I had blood coming from my back, so I knocked her out on accident and out of impulse. I warned her many times that I don't take kindly to being stabbed to the point of bleeding and if she continued to stab me I would hit her very hard. She sat behind me in Literature class...she stabbed me again so..I backfisted that girl outta her seat. Her head collided with a desk next to her and she fell to the ground unconscious.

I was almost expelled for violence against girls, despite the fact that I had medical proof that I required stitches for her stabbing me. Somehow I feel she was flirting with me...or so her friends told me. I know I don't stab people I like, and in fact I've never stabbed anyone(except my friend Jon with a paper clip because that's what boys do in 5th grade--he was also the Best Man at my wedding)

Anyway, I was in ISS and our bathroom break was during the time period the note was found in the girl's bathroom(how would I get there anyway under the constant surveillance of the ISS teacher) saying there was a bomb threat found in our school. I was brought into the police station for questioning about "Why did you leave a note in the girls bathroom saying you were going to blow up the school?"

I pled my case that I don't care enough about the obligatory school enrollment to blow anyone up, and that I was a peaceful person. If I wanted to blow people up, I wouldn't warn them, I'd just do it(warning people is retarded, if you want people to suffer you don't tell them "I'm going to hurt you at such-and-such time at this place!!") That didn't make the police happy... I'm sorry if I'm smart about things but seriously, if I was gonna do something evil I wouldn't let people evacuate the building first.

My mom had to come in and verify that my handwriting was near illegible due to dysgraphia(I write shitty), and the handwriting is way too pretty to be mine. I spent days on end going in to testify that I had not written the note on purple paper with gel-pen because I: A) Don't have Girly Paper, B) Don't have Girly Pens, and C) Don't have Girly handwriting. (Surprise Surprise: The girl I knocked out was in ISS with me, guess who wrote the note)

Eventually I was told not to come back to that school for any means, despite the lack of proof(She was able to continue there though..), even though it was obligatory for me to attend school or my mom would do prison-time for truancy. For the next few years I had to go to an out-of-county school because nobody would let me in due to my "violent past".

You guys know me... I'm not violent. I have sparks of moodiness from time to time but I would never endanger someone because of my moodiness. I understand that my emotions are mine and I don't let my emotions cause others pain. They are mine to deal with and mine alone.

Does anyone have any experiences of similar experiences? I have a few more to share, but this is probably the highlight of my school career.

(/end emo!!!!) You can read again

Life sucks sometimes and the man will try to drag you down, just stay strong and remember who you are. Smile.