Okay, this will probably be buried, but here goes. I dropped out early in my junior year. I had a shaved head, because teenage stupidity, and when I walked into history class and went to sit down I saw two girls I very lightly knew, I pointed my finger like a gun at them in a joking manner. The three of us were laughing. Well, later in the day, the one convinced the other that I was "dangerous" and reported me to the office. Later on I was called to the vice principal's office. When I got in the school police officer was there as well and they asked to search me and my bag. I allowed them without hesitating. They then laid the story on me and told me I was being suspended. I told them it was bullshit and they needed a real reason to suspend me (ignorance). They then suspended me for several weeks. Well, I knew this was ridiculous and went to leave (remember, they have already searched me and found nothing). When I did so, the officer put her foot down so I couldn't open the door, to which I did anyway (again, I was a teenager and didn't think things through). When I did this the VP came around his desk and tackled me into his closet and made a solid attempt at breaking my wrist (I had pictures of my wrist blown up like a balloon). To which I then wrapped my arm around him like a vice until several security guards and an officer got me off of him and arrested me. I was charged with harassment in the 2nd degree and after court and school meetings was given an ACD and suspended for several years. I wasn't about to be 20 in high school so I dropped out. It wasn't longer after (16) that I was kicked out of my house by my alcoholic mother's abusive husband (he gave her the option me or him and she chose him, but this would be a long story to explain). Anyway, I digress, flash forward 12 years and I've married the girl I had a crush on in HS (been together 11 years), hold down a reasonably good job, and generally can't complain. Except for her internal clock which is beating like a fucking percussion drum at the moment. Anyhoo, that's my story.