So, the same boy used racist language twice in the same hour, which, in and of itself is not that surprising unfortunately, but his reaction at being sent out of the class shocked me senseless. He actually defended using the words he used, which i am *so* not writing down in the interweb! I was flabberghasted. So, he got a right bollocking, and I raised the matter with my head, who, I kid you not, went 'ah well, nevermind, its not that big a deal.' Racism. In school. Fuck.
On top of that I'm having internal queer annoyance at the fact that I went ballistic at this kid for using racist language, when yesterday, when one of the kids said 'that's so gay' I just said 'now, is that an appropriate comment?' he apologised to be fair, but still - normally i would have made a much bigger deal out of it, but right now just feel if i did I would draw undue attention on myself. My god, is this what the closet feels like? sacrificing a little peace of yourself and feeling powerless and kinda victimy? coz it sucks. At this rate this might be the shortest (smallest) closet time ever. Mind you if the head of the school isn't gonna stick up for irradicating racism (i mean really!? WTF!!!) then there's no way i'd get support for being a woofter... grrrrrrrrr.... says i....
right, i'm off to rant at people who aren't online
catch ya later boys and girls
Mr Green