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The Disclaimers:
1. This story is going to cover years. I'll try to be quick about it.
2. This story will be significantly self-pitying. It's unavoidable to tell the story. I apologize in advance. That which I suffered is very mild in the grand scheme of things. I was a mildly unlucky amidst what was otherwise a sea of privilege. This is not like other sufferings either in kind or degree. The most that can be done with this is that it can be mined for value. That is the intent, let's see how well I do.
When I was in Junior High School, in the early 1990's, on the bus, I bit a girl. When I was later asked why, I gave the proximate cause. She had picked up my math homework and refused to return it, only repeating "I just want to look at it." She didn't even go to my same school, but she wanted to look at my math homework and didn't see anything wrong with taking that look over my repeated objections.
My own school's Principal, having me by the wrist, was to ask me what I was supposed to do. I gave the answer she wanted, but it wasn't the right answer. The answer she wanted was that I was to go to the nearest authority and trust them to side with me when it was the obviously right thing to do. I gave her that answer, but it was wrong.
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1. This story is going to cover years. I'll try to be quick about it.
2. This story will be significantly self-pitying. It's unavoidable to tell the story. I apologize in advance. That which I suffered is very mild in the grand scheme of things. I was a mildly unlucky amidst what was otherwise a sea of privilege. This is not like other sufferings either in kind or degree. The most that can be done with this is that it can be mined for value. That is the intent, let's see how well I do.
When I was in Junior High School, in the early 1990's, on the bus, I bit a girl. When I was later asked why, I gave the proximate cause. She had picked up my math homework and refused to return it, only repeating "I just want to look at it." She didn't even go to my same school, but she wanted to look at my math homework and didn't see anything wrong with taking that look over my repeated objections.
My own school's Principal, having me by the wrist, was to ask me what I was supposed to do. I gave the answer she wanted, but it wasn't the right answer. The answer she wanted was that I was to go to the nearest authority and trust them to side with me when it was the obviously right thing to do. I gave her that answer, but it was wrong.
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