03-03-2005, 07:20 PM
Freshman year of high school, a classmate wrote a story about "going Columbine" on our school for our English class and was suspended for a week. The topic for the short story was "anything you wanted"... except that I suppose.
He was a bit on the quiet side but was a good, normal guy and I don't think anyone disliked him. It jaded him against our school's administration when his cries of "it's just a story, you said I could write on anything, I was just trying to show how under the right circumstances that could be anyone" fell on deaf ears. He left at the end of the school year.
I still feel bad for him, thinking back on it now. He got royally screwed over by bureaucratic bullsh*t.
He was a bit on the quiet side but was a good, normal guy and I don't think anyone disliked him. It jaded him against our school's administration when his cries of "it's just a story, you said I could write on anything, I was just trying to show how under the right circumstances that could be anyone" fell on deaf ears. He left at the end of the school year.
I still feel bad for him, thinking back on it now. He got royally screwed over by bureaucratic bullsh*t.
--Mith
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
Jack London
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.
Jack London