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Thanks for the A2A.I went to public school in the US for all of K-12 and was never picked up. I would say I slipped through the cracks, but looking back, the signs were not subtle. The reality is many people still do not understand what autism is and how it impacts girls. The psychologist who evaluated me said I am one of autism’s “Lost Girls”.These are the things I can think of that were attributed to autism and affected me in school. I did not know how to ask to go to the bathroom until I was 9. Fire drills , vacuum cleaner, other loud noises triggered meltdowns. I would also meltdown in social situations when I felt I couldn’t communicate. My teachers perceived these as emotional outbursts and figured I was just being a little girl. The fire drill problem was definitely disruptive, but infrequent enough that my teachers assumed I was scared because I thought it meant there was a real fire. Auditory processing issues meant that people lost their patience with me because I often didn’t respond to my name or hear them at all, and would ask them to repeat something 3–4 times.As well, chewed on everything for sensory regulation which got me in trouble for ruining my clothes, pencils, school papers, but no one ever made the connection. I remember teachers always told me the way I was walking was “wrong”, “stop slouching so much”, “keep your heels down”, “you walk like a horse” etc. I had a lot of problems with handwriting because I can’t judge the pressure I’m using due to what I now know as proprioceptive impairment. Today, I use an a mechanical or artist’s pencil that I know will be dark enough. Other students realized they could get a reaction out of me when they poked or prodded me because it was painful, and they often did so. I learned to suppress my reaction so they would stop. By the time I was eight years old, I was having a lot of social troubles with other students. I can remember feeling very depressed around other children because they always saw me as “other”. When I told my mother I had no friends at school, she went into speak with the teacher who told her my grades were fine and nothing was wrong with me.The thing I had trouble learning in school was math because we were expected to do things like recite multiplication and division tables quickly. I understood the concepts, though my processing speed would not allow me to keep up with my classmates. I also had terrible anxiety as a kid. In elementary school, I checked the clock at school every 5, 10, 15 minutes to see if it was a time that they often had fire drills, or if I would be able to wait until lunch whenever I would be able to go the bathroom without having to ask. Depending on the answer to those questions, my anxiety grew at the expense of my ability to focus. At home, I did not sleep well because I heard everything at night and wondered what it could be.Later on, I often went entire days in middle school (6th-8th grade) without speaking to anyone at all. I was known as “shy” and “quiet” because I didn’t regularly have issues completing the schoolwork or disrupt others. The idea that I should seek an autism evaluation wasn’t even suggested until my mom observed me at an after-school event and decided to take me to a psychiatrist. That doctor treated me for severe social anxiety at the time (13) and suggested that I see an autism specialist. I did not finally receive an autism diagnosis until I was 17. All of the things I mentioned are related to autism, all of my teachers observed several of them while I was in their class, and yet no one ever thought to consider autism until that point.To compare, there was an autistic boy in my kindergarten class. He had multiple meltdowns a week, didn’t always understand verbal directions, but was otherwise competent. I think he would’ve been diagnosed with Asperger's at that time. The other students realized he was different and ruthlessly bullied him, and our teacher didn’t want to put up with it. His mother, who I was told at the time wanted him to grow up normal, removed him from our class sent him to a private school for students with learning disabilities.People are too quick to blame your problems on your own shortcomings, because it is easier for them to tell you to fix yourself than it is for them to offer you any kind of meaningful help. Sometimes this is what we need, but in the case of autistic girls, it usually is not.I suspect that if had been born male and if my IQ was a standard deviation lower, I absolutely would’ve been diagnosed with autism as a child and received special education services. In online communities, I have recently noticed there are a number of parents with higher functioning 4, 5, 6 year old girls who were recently diagnosed. I do not know if all of them were diagnosed as a result of the school system, but it appears that things are a lot better now than when I was that age.

Immediate reaction: confusion, shock and panicLong term reaction: apprehensionThe reaction of the Japanese during and after the Doolittle Raid was just one piece of a big picture composed of several important pieces. An understanding of that reaction would be incomplete without knowing the other related pieces. Therefore, I will present an overview of the context surrounding this event to help you fully appreciate why the Japanese reacted the way they did.OverviewHours after the Japanese surprise attack on Pearl Harbor, President Roosevelt instructed his military chiefs to seek a way to attack the Japanese Home Islands. As Japan’s seemingly inexorable military conquest in Asia and Western Pacific inflicted on the US military one humiliating defeat after another, an attack on the Japanese Home Island became increasingly essential to bolster public morale and revive hope in final victory.The famed Doolittle Raid was intended to fulfill the President’s demand. It was a highly audacious operation for it entailed, for the first time in history, launching medium bombers from the deck of aircraft carriers. The flight deck of an aircraft carrier had limited space and length which could accommodate only small single-engined aircraft built for carrier operation. Because these aircraft had limited ranges (< 300 miles), they were not suitable for a long-range bombing strike against Japan. Moreover, their limited ranges and the need to recover the aircraft required American carriers to approach close to the coast of Japan which in turn would render these strategically valuable vessels vulnerable to attacks by Japanese naval and air units. Fear of an attack by American carriers had prompted Admiral Isoroku Yamamoto to order his chief of staff Matome Ugaki to organize sea and air reconnaissance units to patrol the Pacific water 600–700 miles from the East coast of Japan. The risk of being detected when American carriers were still far away from Japan was very high (indeed, it would happen on the day of the Doolittle Raid). As a result, the Navy sought a long-range aircraft that could be launched 500 miles off Japan’s coast to achieve the element of surprise, fly to selected urban targets in Japan and drop bombs. Because of the need to avoid pursuit and destruction by the Japanese, American carriers had to withdraw from Japanese-controlled sea ASAP after launching all aircraft. This in turn necessitated that all American aircraft would have to be able to fly all the way to Chinese-controlled territories in China.This was when American ingenuity and resourcefulness came into play.A thorough technical evaluation indicated that of all American aircraft available, the US Army’s medium B-25 Mitchell bombers had all the characteristics to fulfill the missions’s requirements. Ingenious modifications were made to enable each B-25 to carry 1 ton of bomb and extend its range to an impressive 2,400 nautical miles if launched 500 miles off the coast of Japan. The crews of the B-25 were all volunteers. They underwent a period of intensive training wherein they were taught to take a specially modified B-25 off a short runway matching closely the flight deck of a carrier.Sixteen B-25s were committed for the mission. They were parked neatly on the deck of USS Hornet. The man designated to lead the attack was Lieutenant Colonel Jimmy Doolittle. The date chosen to initiate the attack was 18th April 1942.The initial plan involved moving two USN task forces composed of 3 carriers and escort vessels to within 500 miles from the coast of Japan in order to launch the B-25s. However, the plan was derailed when the task force moved past the Japanese picket line and was spotted by the patrol boat Nitto Maru 600 miles from the coast of Japan. The Japanese crews reported the sighting of American carriers back to the HQ in Tokyo. The Japanese were super excited to know that American carriers were approaching. They thought the Americans were offering them a splendid opportunity to destroy American carriers that had been a thorn in their eyes for months.However, the Japanese excitement was premature. Why? Because the Japanese knew that American carrier aircraft were short-legged and hence the carriers would have to move to within 200 miles off the coast of Japan to launch the aircraft. That meant the American carriers still had to traverse 400 miles of sea which, according to Japanese estimate, would take about one day. One day was plenty of time for the Japanese to prepare to counter the American intrusion. Hence, there was no need to rush.Unbeknownst to the Japanese, they had lulled themselves into a false sense of security. While the crew of the Nitto Maru spotted the carriers, they overlooked the type of aircraft parked on the deck of the Hornet. Upon realizing that their presence had been detected, Doolittle immediately decided to launch the B-25s. Despite knowing full well that his planes would have to cover an extra 100 miles and hence might not have enough fuel to land in Chinese-controlled areas, he took the risk. The Doolittle Raid had thus begun.Meanwhile, in TokyoOn April 18th 1942 in Tokyo, at 10:55 AM, an announcer for a music program conceitedly stated on the radio:We ask ourselves. What has become of the advertised American airpower? What has become of the British and American fleets, if any?The arrogance from the statement above was conspicuous. After months of facile victories over the Anglo-American powers in Asia and the Pacific, the Japanese, both civilians and military personnel, were afflicted by what is now referred to as victory disease (shoribyo). In those heady days, propaganda exaggerated and sensationalized victories on battlefields overseas. In doing so, the propaganda machinery deluded the Japanese populace into believing that the Japanese military was unbeatable, that Japanese fighting men were superior to their American and British counterparts in spirit and skill, that the skies and sea in the Pacific had been cleared of Allied aircraft and warships, etc…When these half-truths were combined with the awareness that Japan had never been defeated and conquered for more than 2,600 years, it gave rise to the delusion of the inviolability of the Japanese Home Islands. In other words, they believed that Japan was immune from enemy attack, including aerial attacks. This was one reason underlying the pervasive complacency and inadequacy of the air defense of the Home Islands: from air raid shelters, anti-aircraft batteries, fire-fighting resources. Although the threats of aerial attacks had prompted central and local governments to conduct air drill raids, issue gas masks, the sentiment of the civilian population was that the Allies had been so thoroughly humiliated and demoralized that the likelihood of an attack on the Home Islands was nil. City dwellers regarded the drills and sirens as nothing more than inconveniences rather than necessities of war.In Tokyo, the morning of April 18th 1942 bore remarkable coincidence to Pearl Harbor on 7th December 1941. There was an air raid drill which had been announced beforehand to everyone, including foreigners at the various embassies. The government did not require the residents to take shelter. No sirens were sounded. Moreover, in celebrations of the Emperor’s 41st birthday and the Yasukuni Festival, the Japanese Army air force performed an aerial maneuver in the morning that would involve 500 aircraft. The activities wound down around noon. Normality was restored and Tokyo residents resumed their daily routine with the illusion that the Allies would not dare to attack the Sacred Home Islands.That pervasive mood of complacency and arrogance would be shattered over an hour after noon when the residents of Tokyo, Yokohama, Nagoya, Kobe, Osaka were stunned by exploding bombs dropped by B-25s that appeared out of the blue. The American attackers left as quickly as they came. The element of surprise had been preserved. No B-25 was shot down. The raid was a complete success. Doolittle and his airmen had given the Japanese a Pearl Harbor of their own. I may also add that the radio announcer mentioned at the start had received an answer to his question (LOL!!!!).Immediate ReactionsThe Japanese reaction to the attack was utter confusion and panic as you will soon see.Immediately after the last B-25 was airborne, the American task force turned eastward to return to Pearl Harbor. Radio operators listened attentively for any sign of the attack. They quickly picked up transmission of Japanese naval units in plain language: an indication that the enemy was confounded. The sense of confusion discerned from the messages confirmed that the Japanese were caught off guard and had no idea how they had been attacked.Every ship in the task force tuned in to Radio Tokyo in hope of hearing any hints regarding the attack. About 2:00 PM Tokyo time, the English-language broadcaster suddenly stopped speaking. Then he uttered a few incomprehensible phrases in Japanese. Then the channel fell into abrupt silence.After 30 minutes of silence, the announcer resumed broadcasting, this time speaking Japanese rapidly in a shrill voice. Those who understood Japanese translated the speech for the whole crews:Atrocities had been committed, the announcer reported-bombs had fallen on temples, schools, train stations, and hospitals; thirty schoolchildren lay dead, having been strafed from the air. Apparently, rumors were being reported as fact. A woman’s voice broke in several times, pleading for blood donors. “Give your blood as the men at the front are giving theirs,” she shrieked. “Your lives are in danger. Your country is in danger. Tomorrow-even tonight-your children may be blown to bits. Give your blood. Save them. Save yourselves. Save Japan.” Robert Casey, listening in the Salt Lake City’s radio room, remarked: “We should have thought the whole of Japan in ashes.”As the announcer spoke, the sound of sirens could be heard in the background. Most importantly, everyone could discern the panic in the announcer’s voice.Then at 2:45 PM Tokyo time, a Japanese news agency issued a report that was dictated by government propaganda:Enemy bombers appeared over Tokyo today shortly after noon for the first time in the current East Asian War. Heavy and telling damage was inflicted on schools and hospitals.A frightened Japanese commentator speculated that the US had a super-carrier with a flight deck measuring a quarter mile long, or that that the bombers took off from airfields in China, the Philippines or even more ridiculous, from hidden airfields within Japan!All of these announcements served as confirmation that the attack had been a complete success. And given the fact that the broadcast was heard by thousands of radio listeners in Japan, it followed that the Japanese had been struck by total surprise and panic, just like the Americans at Pearl Harbor.Long Term ReactionThe raid exacted a long-term psychological toll on the Japanese AND had far-reaching consequences for the course of war in the Pacific.Several hours after the attack, the government misleadingly announced that things were under control and that all American raiders had been shot down. It was an attempt to mitigate the panic that was spreading rapidly among the city dwellers. Then days after the attack, the military found the wrecks of the B-25s which were immediately used by propaganda as proof of victories.Despite these attempts at distorting the truths and misleading civilians, the government could not dispel the actual attitude engendered by the raid.So what exactly was such attitude?The answer can be found in various sources: diary notes, reports, correspondences written by foreigners and the Japanese themselves.Ramon Muniz Lavalle, the commercial attache at the Argentine embassy in Tokyo, told reporters after his arrival in the US in April 1943:The raid by Doolittle was one of the greatest psychological tricks ever used. It caught the Japanese by surprise. Their unbounded confidence began to crack. The results of Doolittle’s raid are still evident in Japan. They are stamped into the daily living habits of the Japanese people. Where before they imagined themselves safe from aerial aggression, they now search the skies each morning and each night. Japanese newspapers carry pictures of American planes and say these planes are practicing in Texas on how to bomb Tokyo. Fire brigades have been organized. Fire drills are practiced. Fearlessness has turned to fear.French journalist Robert Guillain noted that the clumsy and confused reaction to the raid of both the military and urban populace served as an important lesson for the Japanese who vowed to make better preparations for potential air attacks in the future.The raid did the Japanese more good than harm. Air defenses were reinforced; in Tokyo, rooftops in the business and ministerial districts sprouted spotters and heavy machine guns. Parks were dug up for antiaircraft batteries. Barrage balloons soon encircled the capital and new bases were built for fighter squadrons. Air-raid drills were frequent and for a full day, sometimes two, every month, normal activity was suspended in an entire quarter, occasionally in the whole city, by firefighting drills in which hundreds of thousands of men and women took part.According to a report of the Office of Strategic Services:The Doolittle raid produced noticeable results in the attitude of the Japanese. One man from Kobe saw a plane above his house, heard the explosions of bombs, and observed four fires, one of which was in a lumber yard and burned for more than a day. The air raid is reported to have shaken the Japanese because many of the common people were firmly convinced that, after all, Japan could not be successfully attacked. The raid is, therefore, to be regarded from the point of view of its psychological effect as well as from the point of view of its material consequences. We found no one who made any estimate of the extent of the damage. At the same time we found no one who thought it unimportant in its effect upon the attitude of the people.These keen observations were complemented by those of Japanese leaders, who privately acknowledged that the Doolittle raid had inflicted significant psychological damage. For Admiral Yamamoto - the mastermind of the Pearl Harbor attack, it was a slap on the face of the Imperial Navy. In a letter dated 29th April, Yamamoto wrote:It could hardly be called a real raid. But I feel it was just enough of a taste of the real thing to warn the people of Tokyo against their present outlook.Shigenori Togo, Japan’s foreign minister was more candid:The bombing of Tokyo produced a serious shock in Japan, as it proved the falsity of the military assurances of the inviolability of the Imperial capital.Mitsuo Fuchida, leader of the air group on the carrier Akagi concurred with that assessment:In point of physical damage inflicted, it was true enough that the raid did not accomplish a great deal. But the same could not be said of its impact on the minds of Japan’s naval leaders and its consequential influence on the course of the war at sea. From this standpoint, neither ‘do-nothing’ nor ‘do-little’ were accurate descriptions. On the contrary, it must be regarded as a ‘do-much’ raid.The effects of the raid rippled through the military’s and public’s mindset, both in Japan and beyond. Saburō Sakai who was stationed in New Guinea when the raid occurred wrote to his cousin:The attack unnerved almost every pilot at Lae. The knowledge that the enemy was strong enough to smash at our homeland, even in what might be a punitive raid, was cause for serious apprehension of future and heavier attacks.Saburo’s cousin Hatsuyo who had witnessed the attack wrote in a latter:The bombing of Tokyo and several other cities has brought about a tremendous change in the attitude of our people toward the war. Now things are different; the bombs have dropped here on our homes. It does not seem any more that there is such a great difference between the battlefront and the home front. I know that I, as well as the other girls, will work all the harder to do our share at home to support you and the other pilots who are so far away from Japan.With regard to the far-reaching effects of the raid, it served to vindicate Admiral Yamamoto’s concern about the danger posed by American carriers. This in turn strengthened his argument which called for a decisive battle the purpose of which was to engage and destroy those carriers. The Doolittle Raid eliminated all opposition to Yamamoto’s idea from both the Army and the Naval General Staff. This set the stage for the Battle of Midway: one of the most crucial naval clash in WW2 that not only exposed Japan’s strategic incompetence but also marked the start of a series of events that ultimately led to American victory in the Pacific.So in summary, the facts that:The Americans’ unprecedented feat of launching army bombers from aircraft carriers at long range was totally unexpected to the Japanese.Arrogance and complacency on the part of the Japanese that was the direct consequence of victory disease.All of these made the Doolittle Raid a total surprise for the Japanese. As a result, the Japanese were struck by panic that arose in the aftermath of the raid. That panic in turn engendered long-term apprehension and unease about prospect of Japan being devastated by Allied air force in the future.Hope you find this answer helpful!Reference(s)1/ Pacific Crucible: War at Sea in the Pacific, 1941-1942 - Ian W. Toll2/ Target Tokyo: Jimmy Doolittle and the Raid That Avenged Pearl Harbor 1st Edition - James M. Scott

I considered going anonymous for this, but hell, its been years since this incident, so I'll take the risk.TL:DR Teacher humiliation.I was sixteen and 11th grade had just started. I was (like the book nerd I am) anticipating and actually looking forward to our English Literature class with jolly ol' Mr.Smith*, the schools most laid back, chill teacher ever. The old guy was known for his quirky remarks, excellent sense of humor and his charismatic ability to befriend even the most trying and difficult kids of the school.So naturally I, an avid book reader (in secret though, because that wasn’t what the “kewl, popular” kids did back then), was excited to meet him. Little did I know I would come face to face with the one man, who I so graciously referred to as the devil’s spawn, who would make literature period a pain in the rear end for me.Imagine my utter disappointment (and judging by the girls sighs and “oohs and ahhs”, their utter delight) when the principal walks in with a Dave Franco look alike in tow. He was a the xerox copy of him, from the perfectly coiffed hair down to the effortless good looks and ridiculously, flawless, Colgate-ad kind of smile.He starts off by introducing the man who seems to be in his early 30’s and is already leaning against the table and flashing his brooding gaze over the whole class setting his Grande Starbucks coffee cup (remember this for later) down and folding his arms across his massive chest (the guy probably spent half of his life in the gym).Principal: “Class, unfortunately Mr.Smith was met with an accident and has shattered his hip bone and is prescribed bed-rest for awhile. So meanwhile Mr.Franco* will be your literature teacher. Please welcome him graciously.”Then he turns to Mr.Franco, fidgets with his tie nervously (Yes, this dude had an effect on men too): “They’re all yours, Dave!”, tittering like a teenage girl who’s face to face with her crush and practically skips out of the room leaving us in his hands. I sigh and slump deeper into my chair cursing my terrible luck as I can already foresee we’ll have one hell of a lesson with this son-of-a-demonMeanwhile, this dude is all calm and collected and staring us down. Sidenote, this is the most uncomfortable thing a teacher can do to his/her students. There was pin drop silence and we didnt’t know if we should speak up, look back at him, at the ceiling, Cecilia’s braids, count the tiles. Hell, what are you supposed to do in such a situation?He takes a mouthful of coffee, freaking swishes it in his mouth and slowly swallows. I’m now certain he’s either extremely dramatic or he’s trying to leave a weird lasting impression. Eventually, he puts us out of our misery and opens his damned mouth.“I don’t need to introduce myself further. You know my name and thats all you need to know of me. Still, if you have a question ask and I’ll consider answering it. Meanwhile, do introduce yourself to me. I like to get to know my students…better” and proceeds to grin creepily, like a hyena eyeing the lion’s prey. The way he said “better” and that pause; I still have goosebumps from it. Not the pleasent kind either.A hand shoots up in the air as he raises the attendance clipboard. Of course its Savannah*, the “hot, dumb as hell, God-knows-who-made-her-popular, freak of the class”Mr.Franco: “Yes?”Savannah, giggling and batting her eyelashes (typical): “I don’t mean to be rude…but do you work out? You did say if we had a question to fire away..”I can’t believe my ears. Actually I can. What else could she have asked? Are you a Byronic Hero? Her poor brain would probably freeze over worse than the first Ice Age, just thinking about such a “complex” term. And yes, no lie, she actually asked such an inappropriate question. Yes, I did feel an itch in my hand to slap my own forehead.Again he shoots that predatory smile all canines visible and gleaming. The girls, and some guys too, swoon thinking he’s flirting. The unaffected minority, roll our eyes. We know he isn’t. It’s like how a cat throws a gloating smirk at that helpless mouse a minute before it pounces and consumes it whole.Mr.Franco: “Well, we can discuss that later. This isn’t an appropriate literature-related question fit for the classroom environment.” His smile never falters. “I'm going to call attendance. Tell me a little about yourself apart from your name.”He starts taking attendance and no joke most of the females, have never been more attentive, sitting up straight, giving their full biography to this strange man and it's slightly comical that only five minutes into this class and I'm already bored and irritated to my wits end. Even the guys are trying to leave a better impression of themselves on him.Finally, “Khan. Asad Khan?” I'm tempted to correct him that its not pronounced a-sad like “a sad boy”, but let’s get this over with sooner I think. “Present.” Silence. Expectant eyes on me, slightly narrowed. Strange. A muscle in my jaw twitches. I know that look. Unfortunately, I know it all to well. It screams racist.Full on bellows of racism. Still unsure of what I'm in store for but my rebellious blood starting to boil. I raise an eyebrow. “Asad Ali Khan. Originally Pakistani, Muslim. ”Which one do you think he disliked more. Pakistani or Muslim? Or both? He grinds his teeth and throws the fakest smile I have ever encountered. One word. “Great." Yeah, I'm sure.That was the start of an onslaught of supposedly indirect and indiscreet verbal abuse. All directed towards me. Every chance he got. He openly, “jokingly" called me a Paki. Asked if I had ever “daydreamed" blowing someone up and other extremely derogatory remarks of the kind. I was always taught to suck it up. Don't snitch. Handle your own issues in your own way.And damn was I a ticking bomb aggravated and pushed to a steady, soon to materialize explosion every passing moment. He was right. I did daydream of blowing someone up. Him. I wasn’t the best student perhaps for Mr.Franco either. I flaunted my roots and religion with pride. I did it more so infront of him. Needless to say it pretty much drove him insane.I had decided early on and was more motivated every passing day that I would extract revenge. I was just waiting for the ideal time. I had made up my mind.One day I caught him, alone after class, head bent over some papers. School had been out for an hour almost and the hallways were barren and deserted. This was my chance. I was going to get him in trouble and kicked out of the school. You see, if you hadn't already guessed, the man was, well, interested in both girls and guys. So now was my chance.I knew I could seduce him, catch it on camera discreetly and get him fired, maybe involve him in a lawsuit too. So I stood as close to him as I could and lay my hand across his corded, thick arm. He jolted, surprised, as if I sent a current of electricity through him. I smiled back with a seductive, inviting grin as he froze, and I gently ran my fingers up and down his arm reaching down with my other hand for his visible…...Lmao, still reading, huh, you horny perv? :pSorry I didn't seduce him. At all. Although I'm pretty sure he actually was interested in both genders and would've played along nicely if I had tried. And sorry to disappoint there's nothing sexual about this answer. Why am I writing in the naughty section then? Well according to the dictionary, naughty has a few definitions.In my case I took it as what was the most “wicked, michevious, disobedient" thing you did as a teenager. This story is actually true, well at least till the part where I said I'd extract revenge.As I said, I was patiently waiting to take revenge from this racist bigot. It didn't help that he was actively trying his best to fail me in literature. Mind you, it was one of my strongest subjects previously. I also mentioned the guy loved his grande size Starbucks coffee (for non Starbucks drinkers that’s about 16 fl. oz).He drank it religiously Every single day. Watching him guzzling it down daily was what gave me the ridiculous but in my head brilliant idea. My father had brought home Miralax, a laxative solution, for some stomach issues and had quite proudly exclaimed that it worked remarkably well and fairly fast. My ears perked up at that.The particular brand I was using was where you mixed a proper dosage in about eight oz fluids and was tasteless which worked perfectly according to my plan. I also researched overdosing side effects and things along that line just to stay on the safe side. I’m sure you know where this is going by now. I lugged that Miralax powder which I had meticulously calculated more than the correct dosage of in a Ziploc with me everywhere for the next week or so patiently waiting for the right time to mix it in his drink.And then, finally, the occasion presented itself. As sheer luck would have it I was just coming back from the restroom and heading back towards class begrudgingly when the fire alarm went off. A fire drill. It could've been a real fire and absolutely a reckless decision to stay in the building but try telling that to a sixteen year old teenager who has been scorned and humiliated.I waited by the bathroom half hidden until I saw my classmates pass by with Mr.Franco leading at the front before sprinting back into the classroom. There it sat in all its glory. Mr.Franco’s coffee cup still quite full. I hadn't a minute to lose. I dumped the whole two dosages and perhaps a bit more into his drink, shook it up and ran out to join the rest of my class in the courtyard and no one suspected a thing as other students were still arriving.15 minutes later we return and I took exceptional pleasure in watching him finish his whole drink, none the wiser. It was unfortunate that I couldn't see the results of my prank with my own eyes but the seniors did inform whoever would listen that the poor man couldn't sit still for a minute and ended up dashing mid-class towards the bathroom and didn't make it before doom impended in his knickers.Needless to say he took the day off, with skid marks on his cream colored pants and tomato red face.To this day no one knew or suspected who or what was behind that incident and everyone assumed he just had a bad case of diarrhea. He did come back in full health the next day only seemingly a bit more humbled because the whole school would look at him and snicker. Apparently shitting in your pants doesn’t sit well with teenage girls either. He did however continue the racism throughout the school year but I stopped giving a damn, pleased with that one time prank.Moral of the story: Don't be a racist prick with anyone. Especially vengeful teenagers.*Names changed to ensure anonymity of the people involved.Image source: GoogleEdit: For the lady who was upset over tampering. You're absolutely right. Tampering with someone's food is never ok. I was much younger back then and in my mind had evaluated and researched all the risks that could've taken place. Regardless, as an adult I would never advise someone of this. Report racism or try something a bit less extreme perhaps.As for the homophobic comment. I dare to disagree. I never showed disdain for him being bisexual. I merely stated an observation and to this day I don't judge him for that one thing. To each his own.