I never thought I'd hear about THIS rathole again...

The more things change, the more they stay the same. This article is about my former – and not missed – high school. I'd be perfectly happy is this place burned to the ground. When I went there, many things – some of which I'll not talk about – happened. Among them is the installment of one of the sleaziest people I have ever had the displeasure to meet: Kurt A. Woodcock. Yes, you read the name right. He was installed as principal for the school in 1997. He immediately instituted sweeping "reforms" to the school codes, with predictable results: drug usage increased, truancy was commonplace, morale was low, and education was certainly never a priority. Consider that my physics class decided to have a "field trip" to an amusment park where we could "observe" Newtonian physics – which is outdated anyway – "first hand." Add to that his disturbing attention upon the various boys: he'd sit in my civics class – near the back – and oogle us. Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than having a closet pervert watching me from behind. Even the teacher – a normally affable and friendly man – was tense and put out that day...

Now I'd thought that all was over and done with this place; but my dear brother sent me a most amusing article – admittedly a little old: the subject of the link today. According to my understanding, the yearbook editor took some amusing – and childish, admittedly – liberties with the yearbook cover and inside liner pages.

Apparently, the school took exception to the dancing mushrooms, the drops of acid coming from the back of the sun, and other things like that. This is understandable I suppose.

If you look carefully, less than kindly words are incribed into the grain of the edge of the desk. I admit that the picture forms a wonderful likeness of the person in question.

The administration decided to take exception to this, but rather than handle matters quietly, decided to publicly humiliate this girl. I have to give her some props for being unwilling to cave to their efforts. I wish her all the best in the future – especially if that future leads her far from Whitesboro, forever. I would also remind her that not everyone – including me – either needs or wants to have anything to do with their graduation ceremonies or anything else of theirs for that matter.
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