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Our ASB president got expelled for bringing drugs on campusBefore I begin the story, I feel like it needs some context. First off, my school is tiny, (we have less than 2000 students) so this was a huge deal. And it was blown up even bigger because rumors and stories spread like wildfire at my school, due to its size. Also, we had recently brought a drug dog on campus, that came randomly every once and a while to search classrooms, because we had recently begun to have a drug distribution problem among students (the school was small, so it had little drug usage until they decided to let in more kids so they could get more money).It all started at the end of my sophomore year. It was ASB election week, which for our school is pretty important because that's when we elect all of our class presidents and vice presidents, and the students that are going to represent us when we need to talk to staff about changes and rules and what not.The current hottest topic if discussion was the fact that a quite disliked person at our school, L, was running for ASB president against a girl, A, who had been in ASB since freshmen year, and had dreamed of being ASB president since middle school. Now L, simply put, was an idiot. This kid was known for being quite the partier,and pulling insane stunts. He did things like riding on the roofs of cars, to sneaking onto the roof of our school,to cussing out and flipping off opponents in sports, to even yelling “hail Hitler!” and Nazi saluting to a Jewish Academy that we played soccer against. A JEWISH SCHOOL FOR GOD’S SAKE.So this kid gets up there, and basically gives this sob speech about how he was such a bad person, but he's changed for the better. Gone are his wild days, his obnoxious behavior, and his rude gestures and statements, or so he says. He's cute, so the girls all pity him and vote for him, while the guys all love him anyways and hype him up to all the freshmen who have no idea who he is. In the end, he ends up winning, much to the staff's disappointment.So fast forward to my junior year. Everyone's extremely surprised at how L hasn't managed to mess up yet, even though he goes drinking and smoking every weekend. One day I was leaving early for sports, and I happened to see the drug dog barking at a truck right next to the student parking lot, but I just ignored it and went on my merry way.The next day, the school was practically buzzing on excitement. It was pretty early in the year, and nothing had happened but homecoming, and my school, filled to the brim with people who love to gossip and spread rumors, was feasting upon this juicy piece of news. “Did you hear?” Students whispered to each other. “L got kicked expelled for having weed in his car!”People still talk about it, and it's been months. It ended up being that they didn't expel him completely, since his car was technically not on school property (it was about an inch away) and his dad argued so much that they just caved, but he's not allowed to go to any school events (though it doesn't stop him from trying).To be honest, it's not even that bad compared to to other schools, but for my tiny school it was a huge deal. We had been known as a school with mostly really good kids that didn't get into much trouble and got good grades, but that event, along with some other things, partially destroyed our reputation as a school with good kids. I know people from other schools that told me that their schools were gossiping about it, and it was a hot topic at the time.I was just angry because L claimed that he had changed, and that he wanted to represent our school, but he just made things worse by forcing the school to enforce stricter rules on everyone else. But knowing him, he probably could care less.

Oh god… I wish I could say I don’t have an answer to this question.Warning: Includes sensitive topics like rape and body-shaming. If you are bothered y this, please skip.For a little backstory, I’m in eighth grade, attending a very small K-8 school. Everyone in the school has been here since Kinder, save for the 10-ish people who have transferred from other districts. There are only about 50 kids in our entire grade. So, if you say something, it spreads to everyone in about two seconds flat.Back in seventh grade, a new boy arrived at our school. Let’s call him Mitch. On the first day of being at our school, Mitch hit it off pretty well. He was being swarmed by everyone, had about 110 requests to sit with people at lunch, etc. etc. One thing we learn about Mitch is that he has Tourettes Syndrome. (if you don’t know what that is, imagine getting muscle spasms, and shouting out random things every few minutes, and not being able to control it) We also learn that he does Ju-Jitsu in his spare time. (side note; Mitch has a giant afro of hair, is skinny as hell, and is like, six feet tall. This is important later)So, about a month after Mitch arrived at the school, people are starting to see that he’s a bit of a douchebag. He suckers up to all the teachers, and would rather hang out with them than with the kids. Which, okay, isn’t bad. But Mitch is like, spilling his guts to them, asking for advice, not stuff you normally say to your teachers.And then he completely screws stuff up for himself.Mitch realizes that his popularity is beginning to fade. Not a lot of people like him, nobody really wants to hang out with him, etc.Solution? He decides to brag to everyone that he raped a girl in third grade.What the actual hell, dude??I genuinely have NO IDEA why he thought that it would turn out well for him. What did he think people were going to say? “Oh! Mitch! You’re so cool! You broke the law AND violated a girl’s personal rights!! Please sit with us at lunch again!”So, the rest of seventh grade went by. And then eighth grade rolled around.A few months went by, and it was all basic shit with Mitch. Except for the fact that he had stopped tic-ing. (remember the Tourettes). I confronted him about it one day, and he said that “Oh, I’ve just gotten a little more used to you guys now, so I don’t get nervous and tic.” I shrugged, and walked away.Then, my friend (we’ll call her Elizabeth) pulled me aside. “I have something to tell you,” she said.It turns out, Elizabeth’s dad was a nurse at the local hospital. Elizabeth had complained to him about Mitch several times, and he was about as done with his shit as the rest of us. So he went into his medical files. What did he find?Not a single trace of Tourettes Syndrome was in his blood.Mitch had FAKED having Tourettes to get attention, and he was just getting too lazy to upkeep it now. I couldn’t believe my ears. How was it possible for someone to be THIS BAD of a person?But that’s not all. The elections for ASB leadership positions were coming up. Mitch had the guts to run for president.As a general note, Mitch is not a good student. He fails pretty much every class, even PE (how is it even possible to fail PE?) He isn’t at school half the time, and when he is, he’s usually asleep. In class. On a daily basis.So, the day comes when the speeches are being made. Elizabeth, arguably one of the best students in the grade, is up first for president. She gives a very well-written speech about her academic success, and how well she’ll run the club. It was pretty convincing, and she’d convinced a fair few people. Then Mitch goes.He is telling a story about how he “had depression last year”, and how he “hit rock bottom”. Then, he started talking about how ASB “cured his depression, and made me see the light again”. He didn’t say ONE THING about his academics, why he’d be a good president, etc.The middle school votes. You know who the winner is?MITCH.He guilt-tripped the sixth and seventh graders into voting for him. (The eighth grade know him well, so most of them voted for Elizabeth.)So, I won’t go into detail, but Mitch is a shit president. He never attends meetings, makes the VP run everything, and then complains when nobody likes him. (I’m running for vice next semester, and Elizabeth is running for president again. Hopefully, we’ll do a better job than he did.)Now, before I conclude this hellhole of a story, I have one last thing about Mitch. A few weeks ago, I caught wind of, arguably, one of the worst things about Mitch.In the boy’s locker room, he BODY SHAMES all of the guys. Every single one of them.Remember from earlier how I mentioned that Mitch is basically a walking toothpick? Yeah.Mitch ain’t done yet. We’re barely 2/3s the way through the school year. I pray to God that he won’t be in my Freshman class.Fuck you, Mitch.TL, DR: A kid in my school broke the law, cheated, lied, and bragged about the most basic shit to get attention. If he doesn’t get what he wants, he throws a fit. He’s 14. Grow up, dude.