March 26, 2003

Dear Journal:

The first and full day back at good old Kimball. I really hate this hellhole. My mouth hurts. I’m getting a freaking migraine from all of these God Damned imbeciles.

Today, those dressed exclusively in black ran a silent protest against out war with Iraq. How…mundane. Just to be a wee bit antagonistic, I made my own verbal protest wearing red, white, and blue clothing with a pro-war sign stapled onto my shirt. It says:

PRO WAR!

Support those who are protecting you and yours!

Saddam had his chance…now he’s paying the price!

Frank yucky boy challenged my rights to vocalize what I find to be right!

Speaking of my sign…I went to the Media Center to print 25 copies of the sign. The new Media bitch came up to me wanting to know why I was printing the same page over and over again. I told her it was a project. She didn’t buy it so she kept on questioning me. Then she goes to Mrs. Rosenbaum and tells her. Now I have to get “written up.” Too bad they couldn’t find the papers! So I had to walk with this new bitch down to the office. She tattled while I signed in. On the way there, she wanted to search my bag…um HELL NO! Anyways, I had a respectful and diplomatic conversation on an adult, benevolent level. I walked away after promising not to bring anything into school in regards to the war. No sweat! Scott-free!