Yeah, no. Let’s not. It’s okay to compose a song with stupid lyrics (‘cause it’s all shits and giggles then), but when it actually happens, you’re going to land your ass in jail. And guess what? Ma and Pops aren’t going to be able to bail you out of this one.
So what happened today? Why am I so riled up? Well, let’s see, shall we? There I was, in class, minding my own business (which basically means doodling boring, geometric patterns on paper and zoning out) when, sniff, sniff, I smelled something burning. At first I figured the smell was drifting from the Chem lab because something’s always burning in there, but then…BAM, fire alarm. Half the class was still zoned out and the other half was jokingly gathering up their valuables thinking it was a fire drill.
We all filed out and waited for the okay sign to go back into the school (it wouldn’t come for about another three hours). After about thirty minutes students realized that something terribly wrong happened. It was a real fire…set by one of the students.
That’s one of the first things that come to mind. How stupid could you be to think that you’d be able to get away with setting a fire in the boy’s bathroom when security cameras are positioned right outside, recording your every move. I’m guessing you fell down the stairs like I did this morning and knocked the common sense right out of your head. What other explanation is there?
Let’s say you wanted to get caught (I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt). Well, I’d love to get up close and personal and say some very unladylike phrases, BUT I like to think I’m a little more cultured than that. So I’ll just say this: Thank you. Thank you for setting fire to the toilet paper, potentially harming 1,500+ lives. I wouldn’t even be as upset if it weren’t for the fact that there were children as young as four years old in the building and teachers who have young children that need to be cared for.
Learn to express your deeply rooted problems in some other way. Don’t go setting your school on fire. I get it when you feel like you can’t talk with the school psychiatrist (which is probably the best solution if you’re feeling troubled), but reach out to someone. Schools always tell students to talk to “trusted adults”, but I understand that sometimes they are the problem. In that case, go online, find a chat group, and rant. Go home, scream into your pillow, and cry your eyes out. Start a diary. Start a hobby. And stop thinking of the negatives.