A.R. Johnson

Now A.R. Johnson was the first highschool, I ever attended... This school was the biggest bunch of bullshit ever created... It was ridiculous.. It had more fucking rules than any school I've ever been too... And tell me... What dumb fuck decided, "Oh, I know, let's put a magnet school in the fucked ghetto. That only makes perfect sense." Dumb fuck! Now... I made pretty good grades... stayed in the top of the class... but the teachers HATED me... I mean HATED me... I don't even know why... I have this problem with reflexive sarcasm and teachers have no sense of humor... Not to mention... I did things, just to provoke them... I used to put little atheist quotes on their black boards and on their doors... I would harass them... I used to write shit on the cafateria tables in ketchup... But really... it was just senseless bullshit... nothing bad... and yet.. I was known throughout the school as "evil" or "psycho"... At that point, I was fairly "good"... But I just didn't fit in with the standard they had set with the school... Nearly, everyone was Christian... and they just had to pass it onto me... "Wendy, you're going to Hell." ... Of course, the entire school knew I was atheist... and of course the entire school was Bible-thumping bitches... so I withdrew into my own little "clique"... (Wendy, Stacy, & Eric)... the "evil ones"... It was quite an enjoyable experience though... We would fuck with people all the time... Until, we became to well known... and they had to separate us... so this damn teacher found a way... See... I wrote some shit in a yearbook about killing the vice principle (Don't people have a sense of humor anymore) Come on... What the fuck? Anyways... cops were called... tribunal... blah blah blah... Well... Let's just say they kicked me out... Only... sometime later.... I decided to visit my friends... bad idea... The candy ass principle called the cops on my ass... How the Hell is that trespassing... Now, perhaps you're wondering how the Hell they spotted me in a school of 400 people... BEFORE THE BELL EVEN RANG... Well... it seems I was like a criminal... An announcement actually came over the intercom, "If anyone sees Wendy Yoder, please escort her to the office immediately." .... Well... it was either the ghetto or the school... They found me... blah blah blah... I don't think the fact that I had transformed to a typical "freak" helped my case any... My hair was burgundy... wearing all black... and let's just say... they principle did not approve... blah blah blah...