When I was in the 2nd year of high school, I remember one day I went to school and at that point I was really fed up with all the fucking bullying the normies used to do to me, plus a lot of family shit going on.
That day, as I entered the school gate, this fat disgusting foid who was a school inspector stopped me. She said my hoodie wasn’t adequate and that I needed to take it off so she could give me a school hoodie instead. It was just a normal black hoodie, but my school was strict about the full uniform.
I snapped and told her, “Bro, I’m not taking off my hoodie, fuck you, you fat bitch.” To this day I still don’t know why I said it. I should have just obeyed her and avoided the drama, but my mind was really fucked at the time.
She immediately went “What did you say?” so I repeated it: “I’m not taking the hoodie off, fuck you.” Then she started screaming and calling the other staff like she probably thought I was about to kill her or something. Probably because everyone in my class used to call me a school shooter.
A bunch of other foids showed up, I flipped them off, and just walked out the gate.
Later they called my mom and told her they were going to expel me because I “committed a crime,” but since I had never had problems before and was a quiet kid, they would give me one more chance. I ended up getting suspended anyway.
After a week I went back to school and everyone in my class was staring at me with even more judgmental eyes. But after that incident the bullying actually got lighter. It went from direct to more indirect shit, which was still annoying but better than before.
Dealing with my mom after this was the worst part though. She kept screaming about putting me in the psych ward, like “I’m gonna put you in the phyche warddddd,” it was so fucking annoying.
Looking back on it though, I know I should have just stayed silent and followed the dumb fucking rules. But you can’t always control your anger that easily.
That day, as I entered the school gate, this fat disgusting foid who was a school inspector stopped me. She said my hoodie wasn’t adequate and that I needed to take it off so she could give me a school hoodie instead. It was just a normal black hoodie, but my school was strict about the full uniform.
I snapped and told her, “Bro, I’m not taking off my hoodie, fuck you, you fat bitch.” To this day I still don’t know why I said it. I should have just obeyed her and avoided the drama, but my mind was really fucked at the time.
She immediately went “What did you say?” so I repeated it: “I’m not taking the hoodie off, fuck you.” Then she started screaming and calling the other staff like she probably thought I was about to kill her or something. Probably because everyone in my class used to call me a school shooter.
A bunch of other foids showed up, I flipped them off, and just walked out the gate.
Later they called my mom and told her they were going to expel me because I “committed a crime,” but since I had never had problems before and was a quiet kid, they would give me one more chance. I ended up getting suspended anyway.
After a week I went back to school and everyone in my class was staring at me with even more judgmental eyes. But after that incident the bullying actually got lighter. It went from direct to more indirect shit, which was still annoying but better than before.
Dealing with my mom after this was the worst part though. She kept screaming about putting me in the psych ward, like “I’m gonna put you in the phyche warddddd,” it was so fucking annoying.
Looking back on it though, I know I should have just stayed silent and followed the dumb fucking rules. But you can’t always control your anger that easily.
