I wasn't Catholic, but they still tortured us sufficiently. They didn't let us wear coats outside, so we'd either spend our recess freezing to
death or burying dead birds at the edge of the woods. They made me memorize a bunch of psalms and enter a speech competition, when all I wanted to do was spend
my free time watching cartoons. Then they made me enter a Bible competition. I threw it, and laughed at the principal afterwards. I ran away with my best
friend -- we ended up climbing one of the trees at the outskirts of the woods, and watched the police come looking for us. Pulled the fire-alarm during
communion. Beat up a kid named Albert because he was a douche... ended up skinning both of his knees, and got the school's first suspension because of it.
Stole candy from my teachers. Brought a wrench in for show-and-tell. Snuck off after church service to baptize my friends.
My teachers always liked me, it was the principal who hated my guts. The principal told my mom I was a sociopath... my mom pretty much told her to fuck off, and then put me in a different school. Good times.
(I shaped up later).
My teachers always liked me, it was the principal who hated my guts. The principal told my mom I was a sociopath... my mom pretty much told her to fuck off, and then put me in a different school. Good times.
(I shaped up later).
