It all starts when I have to sign this list, a limited list at that, that shows who is going where in the school at that time. The purpose of this list is that if someone gets out of line, the teachers have the chance of blackmailing them by saying they're not on the list. And if the list's full, this old lady, who I really hope doesn't get paid for standing outside the lunchroom and bitching at everyone, says that you're screwed and you can't go anywhere.
That's what the lunch monitors look like.
She's not the only lunch monitor whom I loathe...in fact, I think I loathe them all, but the other ones seem to have the ludacris idea that if you go somewhere, you're not allowed to backtrack. That is to say, if you go outside, you can't come back in. I'm pretty sure than one time I got hit in the nose, and it was bleeding quite profusely, and they said I should suck if up and stay outside. No justification, just good ol' fashioned authority that they definitely don't deserve.
Speaking of undeserved authority, let me mention my new principal, Dr. Elvira Morse (Elvira...?). Thank "god" I'm leaving the middle school this year, because the one year I've spent with this woman made me want to surgically attach a penis to her stomach. This woman has the balls (it's a scientifically proven fact) to tell me I can't wear sunglasses in school, that flip-flops are "dangerous shoes," among other dress code restrictions and other bullshit rules. This lady uses her powers as principal unjustly; she makes up rules because she can, not because there's a good reason to. She's simply drunk with what little power she has, and has nothing better to do than make children's lives miserable.
Finally there's this one bitch who used to sit on the bottom level of the school (where my locker's been for three years now), and since I always arrived with about 5 minutes til advisory (home room), I got there just in time to hear her incessant bitchings. She sits there for about 5 minutes, saying nothing but, "Let's get to advisory," in her sinister, droning voice. She pissed me off so much that one day I just mauled her into the nearest wall, which happened to be nothing but sheet rock so she fell through and threw out her back.
Don't get too authoratitive, assholes.