Ignorance in Your High School Principal

Ignorance in Your High School Principal; My trip to his office 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?" …

…be free from it. Hey, I'm not the one who made the society; I'm the one fighting it. Call me paranoid. Call me pessimistic. Call me a rebel. But you're enslaved nevertheless. I may be paranoid, but you're miserable. I no longer see the value in keeping people from prejudgeing me. People who are quick to prejudge won't hear my message anyway, and those that are open-minded enough to hear it will hear it loudest.