THIS IS A RANT.

I have a problem with authority. so? isn't the first time and definately not the last. There is this loserish prick in X college. he is the discipline master. he is my dad's old and discontinued acquaintance. i can see why this is old and discontinued.

Mr. X is a very unreasonable teenager trapped in the body of a fat aging adult male. he has no neck. his belly protrudes such that he cannot see his shoes. its a wonder how he puts them on right in the morning. does he have a wife? i should think not. such a disagreable person should not have the felicity of a wife. unless of course, she is as much of an irritation. pity his children. really.

this volatile discipline man attempts to throw his weight (not literally meant) by trying to be intimidating (not that i am, for i spotted his futile attempts) and haughty in tone and mannerisms. his use of sarcasm and sardonic criticism of students will never endear him to us. the great divide just gets wider daily. a mockery of aristocracy, this autocratic bipolar maniac stalks the hallways for little things to pick on. a shirt accidentally left out unbeknownst to the poor victim is made into a big huge issue of bad attitude and defiance of school rules. my headphones, a necessary piece of technology for music adicts, were picked on by him. something about not looking like a student. yeah right. you don't look at all like a teacher, you fat kid. you look like you belong in an institute of sadists.

i remember one incident one euge tried to tap his card outside the general office and he saw euge. hauled him and two other friends to his office without any reason or explaination. the innocence of the two other guys were protested by euge and me. to no avail. at the office, the he of a man stated that euge was wrong and that he should write his apology on paper. when euge restated the innocence of our two poor friends, the highclass-gangster said contemtously: "i know what to do. you don't have to teach me how to do my job, boy."

this incident is not isolated. one of my friends forgot to bring another shirt to change into this morning. so he was forced to buy a polo t. no problem with that. now he has to write a freaking apology letter for that.

huh? so this boy goes around picking on students so that he can get his apology letters to show that he is doing some work and get his pay increment as well as a bonus at the end of the year? screw you hard, mr. X.