My school pushed me into therapy

Ok, so yesturday, the principle was giving me all this bull about myself and my friend Ralphy, how being in foster will screw you up. I got some conduct problems at school. Not like getting into fights or anything, it's more of the ''hey dude, lets fill condoms up with water and throw them on the teachers desk'' kinda thing. Well, Mr. Omaga (i call him Mr. Oh My God) thats the principle, asked me and ralphy how our life was. We said we're doing fine and then he got all serious face on us and did this peircing stare and said ''I'm really worried. In foster care, nothing is Ok" we were both like WTF?! and walked out. The next day I plugged the water fountain and got sent to the office. I saw Ralphy walking out and he told me not to go in. Well, waiting right there was out school Conselor (I dont know how to spell it) My principle said if I didnt go, then my group home (it's a fancy, more nicer word for a place they put unwanted children) and I know i'll get my ass...yeah...hahaha...
I thought I would just sit there for 30 minutes missing class and hopefully he'd just give some crazy pills and go on with our lives. But actually, I have to see him three times every week.
I really have no problem exept my PTSD post truamatic stress disorder that I'm actually getting over....
so really, this whole therapy thing isnt working. I just sit and waste my time for about 30 minutes as the dude squirms in his chair uncomfortably and sweats and blinks his eyes are weirdly (haha I dont think thats a word) and says ''So er...umm...[looks down at his clipboard] what kind of things do you like doing? Playing with friends, listening to music, having sex...?" hhahahahahaa

yep
I just want to shove that clipboard through his face hehehe
Posted on April 19th, 2007 at 01:33am

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