The first day of Homecoming at Shorecrest in 1997, this was posted on the Seniors' lockers--I got a hold of a copy, and transcribed it for posterity. It kicks ass.

By all means, I am not a "Charger," and if I am called one even once more during this school year I will strike down the next individual who does so, even as a joke. As I proudly wear my "speed kills" shirt- a leftover from track- i wonder what the hell has happened to Shorecrest. Those of us who thought our dark experiences of the past at Shorecrest were to be erased this year, or if not that, at least blurred from our memories- were wrong. I sit before this computer enraged and appalled at the events that have occurred over the past two months. Most recently, Snobcrest has decided to up the regulations floating through the school and grind the policies already existing into our young skin until it bleeds.

Homecoming. Goal of all high schoolers: mock the school and rebel against all other forms of authority; all in the effort to have fun. "Good, clean fun," the administration shouts. Students say, "NO!" Have Mr. Craven and all the other teachers forgotten what it is like to be a teenager? Have they forgotten how much they hated their teachers and their principals? Or were the the asinine students that everyone hated, kneeling to authority and doing every assignment that crawled across their desks? Today, the students sit here, forced to work on emptiness and die along the way. Yee ha!

What of last weeks little incident- let us take the time to reflect upon the senior class's(sp.?) hyperactivity. They were all punished for toilet papering the school(and a couple of other things I need not mention) and getting caught by the local scroll patrol. Oh Godly administration, show them right from wrong and heal their juvenile ways... Hail Hitler! Yeah right... I often wonder if this is all they can do with their time; sit on their thrones and order the little people around. Yes, my fellow ants- we are the little people. Don't be afraid. C'mon, c'mon... that's it, IT IS TIME TO COME OUT OF THE CLOSET! Free your darling vibrant bodies from those chains. I admit it- I ATTEND SHORECREST...sigh. The seniors who were left to rot in the library last Tuesday were told that indeed THEY were the rude ones and how they deserve every drop of blood to be drained from their invincible carrions. WRONG! Sirs(!) and Madams of the night- you are the rude ones. It is one thing to discipline a group for one adolescent act, but it is a completely different thing to attack them verbally and claim they deserve to be treated like second-rate citizens. I don't care who you are, respect every one alike. The punishment must fit the crime. (b.s. I was not a participant, so don't use that excuse for my complaints)

Okay- as of now I am an out-of-control hypocrite, but we'll let that slide for the time being. Deny your pathetic innards any grief and let those students be cleansed and freed. If Big Bird plans to continue his dominating ways, why doesn't he just cancel homecoming all together. Wheee! It will just be one more small step in his... and I will not even go there. May Shakespeare strike Big Bird down as the epitome of a "three inch fool." Do you see this hatred in my eyes? Do you see its body blowing in the wind, absent of its brain? HA! I crucify all its snake like beliefs, denying its hole existence again. This hell hole in my mind will covet its death once more, and I will win. I have always been a cynical person, non? Shorecrest has tried to strike me down too many times before, expect my wrath to be purged with disgust. How could it? Where does it keep its intelligence hidden? It passes the students by, asking them, "how are you," taking little time to hear their reply, as I note its cold state and emotionless frame of mind.

Shorecrest has become my personal hell away from home. Canceling "Opposite sex day." Brilliant. Just because a few godly feminists with no intellect whatsoever decided they are offended by it, they win. And what of the 17 year tradition of Coach Hayford? Who the hell has the authority to execute these activities? The school never seems to ask the students. Ahhh, butt when it does, it fails to listen. Until the teachers are no longer forced to carry around index cards and a copy of the handbook isn't shown to the students for every wrong act, AND the students are not chided by the bookly officials for talking in the "sacred zone," we will get no where with this new religion. DO you beseech me? You would prefer another dream, one which I play no role in and you are left here all day to manipulate the lives of these smarter-than-you teenagers. I would prefer WAR. Give my your heart on this platter I offer, as I share the concept of discipline in me.