I'm so damn rebellious..

Ooh, you better be on the lookout world cause I'm a CRAZY teen, and you don't know what I'm capable of...I'm so rebellious. I'm a renegade. I got called out by 'the man' today, my supposed "authority"...ooh I showed them..except I am totally bluffing right now.

Let me break it down for you.
I.Don't.Get.In.Trouble.

I am smart enough to (usually) get away with whatever small shenanigans that i want to pull.
Teachers and me go well together. I am a manipulator. [NOT a teacher's pet, mind you]

I blend at school. I stay out of the way. "Getting in trouble" is very insignificant to me, at least, until I disappoint one of my favorite teachers..but I'll get to that.
Let me lay down my history of misbehavior's first.

(These are all that I can recall, and believe me, I would remember even the smallest reprimand)

2ND grade:

My best friend Taylor and I go with our class to get water by the bathrooms while our teachers are furtherly occupied. We were told not to make a peep because the older, and scarier fifth graders were taking the very essential, difficult, and dreaded E.O.G *cue scary music*
Let's just say that our class was echoing off the surrounding hallways. A not-so-deaf roar.
When we got back to class, Mrs.Olmstead gravely told us that if we were talking, than we had better tell the truth and movie our star (magnets that began at the top of the board and slowing descended each time one of us was naughty) to the verrrrrrrry bottom of the board.
No one moved.
Feeling valiant, Taylor and I were the only ones to admit we were talking. We moved our stars with dignity. However, we both got one dreaded "check" each and had to take it home to get signed. I cried that night as my parents lectured me on following directions.
That was my first mishap with this so-called "Man".

4th grade:

I was at the lunch table with my ohsocool clique. Matthew, Hunter, Kourtney, Andrea, and I were chilling at our reserved table. Kyle Saddler, despite all of our hints, forced himself upon us. Mad that we wouldn't talk to him, he reacted by trying to start a food fight with me, and flicking corn in my hair. Upon that attack, he goaded me into loading up my own fork, although I had no intention of flinging the substance upon him. He hit my hand. I torpedoed corn at him. Then I apologized profusely. He was sweet, and all was well.
He ratted me out as soon as we got to class, and my favorite elementary teacher made me sign "the log" *bum bum bummmmm*
I cried about that too, and still dislike the boy immensely.

8th grade:

Every day I would give my boyfriend a peck on the cheek. We were so star crossed! Oh how I waited each day to hide in the corner of the gym exit to push my lips against his for about .03 seconds. I didn't like him at all. I just wanted a boyfriend to consider myself "normal". (This still hasn't happened.) Anyway, on the 50th or so day of doing this, we were ratted out, and we got caught by my favorite teacher that I ever had in Middle School. Noticing a pattern? Anyway, the whole locker room found out. And Mrs.Kelly, the horrendous key-boarding teacher. She wasn't even alive when computers were invented, and she believed that a girl shouldn't kiss until after she wed. So you can imagine what she did. All hell broke loose, and she fired off her alarm. I had cheer leading afterwards, so of course my retarded cheer leading coach gave me a "demerit" for this behavior, and gave the entire team an embarrassing lecture while staring me down. She also told my science teacher, the ex-cheer leading coach, and a woman that had formerly adored me.
I was pissed beyond all reason. Lucky Ms.----- wasn't made aware. My life was hell enough that year.

Anyway, getting to the point, today I had a renegade moment..*key mission impossible music*
And was confronted by my favorite suede-wearing, wannabe-sardonic, idiotic principle. I was sitting at lunch with the regular crew. (My favorite member was missing this past week though :/ Stupid cruise.) But because of my ridiculous amounts of drama/stress/work I had this weekend, I never got around to doing my world history homework. Not that I even remembered the book anyway, but still. I copied my friends homework. *GASP*
Not a huge deal, seeing as everyone on my side of the room cheats on EVERY test and quiz in that class. Life is so ironic, and unfair. So of course I get caught by my favorite staff member [which I will delve into in a later post] and he turned in my workbook to that teacher. Which sucked. I wanted to tell her for myself and apologize. I really have worked so hard in that class compared to everyone else, and now she thinks I'm a slacker. Oh fucking well. I only got lunch detention, but I don't care about that. She pulled the whole guilt trip on me, and it truly worked. I only hope to redeem myself with my amazingly kick-ass seminar in two weeks.