Zero tolerance: you do as we say, no questions asked or else
OR ELSE WHAT???????? HUH? WHAT??
When I was in elementary school, I never cared for zero tolerance policies. I had more suspensions and threatened expulsions than the kids who actually pick on others and bully others. I dared to cuss out teachers, right in their own classrooms. Many times. I just don't care that you can't mention this or that, or you can't draw that or write about that. I did it anyway and didn't care.
I never had an issue with clothing, although I always had an NRA logo and sometimes a Confederate flag. However, if they said I had to turn a USMC shirt or any other shirt inside out and then give me a hound-and-horny excuse like it is "gang related", I am sorry but I would just tell the principal he would have to call the police or security, since I am DAMN RIGHT NOT GOING TO DO WHAT YOU TELL ME.
In high school, I fared much better because people understood me a lot better, but in elementary school, I had a reputation for recklessness. The one incident I was suspended for for the longest time took place when I was in 5th grade, just when I turned 10.
There was a girl in my class who was a recent immigrant from Ukraine. Couldn't speak a lot of English and was often made fun of by the class bullies. Well one day, she was picked on to answer a question, and I think all of you know what it is like for somebody like her to speak up in a class where a large majority of the boys sitting behind her are jeering and making whispered insults. The teacher of my class was cool and liked but he had a reputation for not taking bullying seriously. Well anyway when she tried to answer the question, one of the boys sitting behind her and besides me gave her a really nasty comment/almost on the verge of a threat. "You are an embarrasment to this school, why the f are you here. You are a f retard, learn how to speak for sh**. The he turned to one of his cronies and said "I will beat the sh** out of her some day, watch, after school, her mommy can't be protecting her all the time".
At that point, I excused myself to go the bathroom, which I did. What I really did was go into the unoccupied faculty bathroom and remove the toilet brush from behind one of the stalls. Then I went to the boys room, walked over to the last and filthiest stall in the nethermost part of the bathroom, where crap is flushed so little that crap residue builds up inside the bowl and turns into a sort of hard, brownish cake. I swigged the brush for a short while in that putrid soup.
Then I walked calmly back to the class and closed the door, keeping the toilet brush behind my back as I walked up to that foul-mouthed scumbag.
You can imagine what happened next. Didn't say anything at all, didn't make any retort. Just shoved the putrid brush right into his mouth as he sat there laughing.
What happened next was a sort of madness, a sort of chaos that you expect when a gang of unruly kids are ganging up on some lonely "geek". Except this time they all jumped up in horror of what was happening to their best pal. I actually managed to scrub the bastard's front teeth with that toilet brush a couple of times before three other guys grabbed me and tried to wrestle me to the ground. The little rascal got up, spitting and howling with madness, trying to spit out the foam and puke at the same time. His three pals had me in a sort of armlock, facing him. So he did what any self-respecting rascal would do, he came at me. Screaming and cursing, brandishing his fists.
I watched him come, as soon as he was about to give me one right in the nose, I kicked out and connected perfectly with the one place on his body that he brags about almost incessently every day. Just once and nicely done, since I was almost psychotic with anger at that point. Needless to say he fell to the floor, hollering like a wounded jackal. By that time school security had burst into the room, somebody was saying they are calling the cops too.
For that, I was suspended indefinitely. They were considering to send me to an alternate school just for "violent kids" at that point. I was out of school for almost forty days before I was reinstated by a petition process that almost drove my parents mad with frustration. Needless to say I failed the school year, and had to repeat the grade over again.
Never apologized or anything either. The day after I was reinstated I had to make an apology statement about the "injuries and psychological harm that I inflicted on this poor boy". S*** ON ME! The only thing I wrote is that if the school is not going to do anything about stopping bullying and intimidation, something like this is going to happen and I will take the law into my own hands. That rascal wasn't just a bully, I have seen him on the schoolyards, how he treated other students and the fact that he tormented me for a very long time too, and called me "chink", and "gook" on a regular basis. He also stole kids' stuff and threatened them with violence if they told, too much things to say in one breath. He had it coming for a long time. Something that I refused to write on the school's favor and almost prolonged my suspension too.
THIS WAS A ULTRA LIBERAL SCHOOL THAT KEPT SAYING HOW BULLYING IS NOT TOLERATED AND THAT EVEN IF WE WERE HIT, WE WERE NOT ALLOWED TO HIT BACK AND THAT THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO WAS TELL THE TEACHER!
Well, the school administration almost turned a blind eye to children's complaints about being bullied, and at most, told them to "ignore it". Well, if the school isn't going to teach the little bastard something, he will be taught........the hard way. He was going to get educated anyhow.
Speaking of that girl, she had been my closest friend ever since she entered our class, and we are still the best of friends ever since. When I finally left the accursed grammar school to go into high school, we started to refer to each other as "brother" and "sister" every time we were with each other.
After high school when I left the city to go to college and we knew we weren't going to see each other for some time, I gave her a nice brass clamshell photo clasp, on one side was my picture and on the top was a Rebel flag.
BUT.......................................... I am straying from the topic as always.
This was my experience in a liberal neighborhood, and the school administration acts just like the Bloomie administration in NYC. Ban guns, ban this ban that, make it illegal to defend yourself, this s*** that s***. Yet little is done about present crime. Read the NY Post Police Blotter, and have your daily buffet of assaults, rapes, grand theft autos, shoot-em-ups in the ghettos, domestic violence, everything, so that by the time you finished the paper you would be feeling slightly nauseated and weak at the same time you are actually fearing for your own safety.
So what reason do liberals say we "can't own a gun"?. HAHAHAHAHA what, like they actually did stuff to make the streets safer and got all the criminals and hoodlums actually SERVING their sentences and not letting them out again after a couple of years because they had been "good boys" in the zoo? No, let the violent offenders know what harm did they inflict on their victims and let them know, precisely, that giving the warder a nice b***j** once a week isn't going to garauntee their early release after all. Sorry for the graphicness, just had to make my point in a poetic way.