I just saw a post on a forum that reminded me of a certain incident that made me laugh for months.
I've already mentioned my "enthusiast" friend who likes to cosplay "soldiers" on the field of laser-tag, but, you see, we've been friends since my last few years of high school. I could write a book on my high school years, but here's one hilarious incident that still makes me grin to this day. And my friend was entirely responsible for it.
Basically, my friend heard that I liked a particular handgun. So he printed off several pages of "exploded diagrams" of it, and handed them to me. Now, here's where some background is useful.
In my latter two years of high school, I had to leave my first school and I went to another, much better, school. The classes were smaller and the teachers knew us much more personally. A few fuck-skull "teachers" had the complete wrong attitude, but that's another subject.
So, this is a smaller, more personal school than your typical high school.
But I had no reason to keep diagrams of Glock 20s, and I threw the papers out. The next day, I was taken out of English class and suffered through an interview with one of the deputy teachers.
I nearly laughed my ass off. It took me less than a minute before I asked what the entire thing was about. It turned out they were "concerned" because I had thrown away these stupid f*cking diagrams, and they were concerned about a possible school shooting, purely, entirely, based on that.
It's not like I was a death-metal loving recluse or anything; I was a friendly, outgoing student that most teachers knew very well. I won awards for certain subjects. I used to participate in debates, and adored my politics and legal studies classes. But my English teacher, in charge of the class where I threw away those diagrams, happened to be a substitute; likewise, the deputy principal knew me even less than the actual principal.
Nonetheless, the attitude is fairly scary. I disposed of diagrams another idiot printed out for me of a machine made firearm (well, WELL beyond a person's ability to make at home) and I got called in for a supposedly surreptitious evaluation (not gonna work, teach!) because of possible concerns that I was going to shoot an entire school up.
It was bloody ridiculous, and I couldn't help but laugh in the deputy's face. Though I suppose, as ignorant as the attitude was- hint, most people intent on shooting up a school won't leave diagrams of guns they didn't print or give a shit about lying around the school- I can't fault them for making sure. All I can say is, I didn't print the bloody things and the only things I like to shoot are made of paper.
Granted, my eleventh-year science teacher was a bit of a wanker...
7 years, 4 months ago
16 May 2011 16:48 CEST