I walked into his office. The look on his face was distasteful. He made me feel inferior to him. Not the way you should feel around your high school principal. I didn't feel welcome, or even accepted. His beady eyes burned holes in my skin. I sat. He gazed into my tired eyes, and he asked me the following, "What's going on?" How am I supposed to respond to this sort of question? If I say "nothing," it's a given that there is something. However, if I try to speak with him about anything, it would be like talking to a brick wall.
             I reply with a comment which is very versatile, "Not much, and yourself?" He gives me a look of disappointment. The kind of look you get when your parents find out you've been pawning their parents old jewelry. He turns his back to me. I hate it when they do that. They always think you are going to be sitting there waiting for them to turn around. Like you think they are the most important person in the world. I don't do that though, I just admire all the pictures and quotes on his walls. Yeah, if he actually believed in all these sayings he wouldn't be working here.
             Suddenly he turns back around and informs me that I was absent this past Friday. Like I don't know. He tells me I have to come in Saturday for detention. "Excuse me, Mr. Principal, Sir..." I begin. Only to be cut off with another, "I don't want to hear it." I shut my mouth and let him ramble on. I have a lot of better things to do with my time, I think to myself. Listening to people you really don't care to listen to is quite boring. So, I let my mind wander. I think of how many runs I could be snowboarding down Tremblant. I think about what I need to get when I go shopping tomorrow, what homework, essays and books I need to read for my English class.
             When he is through with his presidential speech I speak up again, "Sir, I had a note for Friday." "Yeah, we'll see about that." is coldly thr...