High school is a boot camp
I walked into his office. The look on his face was distasteful. He made me feel inferior to him. Not the way you should feel around your high school principal. I didn't feel welcome, or even accepted. His beady eyes burned holes in my skin. I sat. He gazed into my tired eyes, and he asked me the following, "What's going on?" How am I supposed to respond to this sort of question? If I say "nothing," it's a given that there is something. However, if I try to speak with him about anything, it would be like talking to a brick wall. I reply with a comment which is very versatile, "Not much, and yourself?" He gives me a look of disappointment. The kind of look you get when your parents find out you've been pawning their parents old jewelry. He turns his back to me. I hate it when they do that. They always think you are going to be sitting there waiting for them to turn around. Like you think they are the most important person in the world. I don't do that though, I just admire all the pictures and quotes on his walls. Yeah, if he actually believed in all these sayings he wouldn't be working here. Suddenly he turns back around and informs me that I was absent this past Friday. Like I don't know. He
I better walk a tad faster, now that they watch our every move with those cameras, I don't want to have more detentions. Oh lord! that "niner" has his hair spiked up, he better fix that before he gets expelled, because this school is a boot camp. I feel like going to the bathroom, bad idea, I'm sure they didn't clean it in the last twenty years. Look at that kid he's doing push ups, I assume he didn't do his homework's. But the relief and joy was short lived. Back in the hallway I realized that I am not out of the detention complex. I really believe this school is a kind of boot camp. I look around, I see kids wearing a lifeless uniform, no attracting colors what so ever. The expression on their faces is dull and sad. Every body is assigned a specific locker based on alphabetical order. I never went to a boot camp, but I'm sure if I went, I wouldn't see much of a difference. But, I think about it. Why can't I? I mean we are both people. Two people in an office. One older, one younger. One with a sheltered outlook on life, one with a free spirit. I turn my head and stare at the floor, which is quite exciting compared to listening to his rules, boundaries, and aspects on life. He tells me to look at him when he speaks. I feel like I am in the army and he is my drill sergeant. Ha! I can see clearly now, clearer than anything before, this high school is a boot camp. Why did I chose to do my C.P.O., I should of went to college like most of my friends. In college they actually treat you like an adult. Here I have to make my parents sign my tests, make me little notes which explains why I am late or absent. Heck they even sell beer in the in college and they also have game rooms to make their free time pass faster. Here, well we have three swings and soccer field. Now that I think of it each and every one of us is assigned with a number, this is how they keep track of us, "Today, subject 36578 threw an apple on the wall" would one of the princip.... I mean sergeant say to a other.
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Approximate Word count = 2557
Approximate Pages = 10 (250 words per page double spaced)
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