Do you ever feel exactly like ?
Alright, in my Earth Science class I sit (sat) in a chair with uneven legs. It wobbled like a bitch. But it wasn't important to me. I'd tried many times to get transferred out of the class (it's horribly taught by an ignorant control-freak), to no avail. But whatever. So today, I was rocking back and forth near the end of class. The kid sitting in back of me put his feet on the hanging textbook-cage thingy (a wire frame place to put a textbook under your chair) while I was wobbling. I didn't notice, and when I leaned forward again, I heard a loud, metallic SNAP. I stopped and looked down to see what it was. The teacher got up and came over.
Alright, I weigh 130 pounds and I'm 5'10". I would imagine that I do not have the strength required to bust apart a stainless steel weld. The only way I could think to explain it was that it was simply a stress break, since it had been wobbling all year (and I'm not the only kid who sits in it, about 6 other kids do for an hour each day). It just happened to break while I was sitting on it. But, I return to my story.
The teacher comes over and asks "What was that noise?" I decide to be honest ( ), which I now see was a mistake, and point to where the weld had broken (he wouldn't have been able to see it otherwise). I say "The desk was wobbling, and it snapped." The teacher immediately blows up (in the middle of class) and yells about me being a delinquent. He then calls the principal and says that I "destroyed" a desk (it's still completely useable, in fact there are others in the classroom that don't even have the support bar that snapped on mine). He dismisses the rest of the class, and makes me stay in (missing half my lunch) and yells at me more. He says that "I've never caused him problems before" (right after calling me a delinquent?) and that he didn't understand what I had done to him. Seven, I counted, seven times I tried to explain to him what had happened. Every time, I cut me off before I got to mid-sentence and attempted to put a guilt trip on me. He said "Now I have an unuseable desk! I don't have an extra desk. Now I'm short one desk! What am I going to do?" He then said that I should have told him that the desk was wobbling, and that if it was defective he could have gotten it replaced. But none of the other kids, out of all seven periods, had warned him of the perilous wobbling desk. Weren't they at fault too? Then he "didn't want to deal with me" and called the principal (again). He was told that the problem would be taken care of by a very annoyed-sounding receptionist (speaker phone). He then dismissed me.
Later, my mom forwarded me an e-mail from work that he sent her. It was an extraordinarily long attempt at a guilt trip, punctuated by a recommendation for harsh punishment. My mom commented that he was a crack head.
So now, I could be faced with several things: Harsh school punishments, a fine, the cost of a new desk, and/or a transfer to a new science teacher (the last of which would be good).
I still haven't been contacted by administration. God damnit.