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coolaqua124 commented on the word what the

Idk if anyone will see this, but i feel like i just have to get this off my chest. I had this one principal at school who yelled at me saying something along the lines of "ive had enough of this" and made me go to the office because i said "what the". I was standing at a water fountain during lunch time and there were some remains of cup of instant noodles in the water fountain so i sayed "what the" and a few feet behind me was the principal and he heard me and vented his rage from having a bad day st work all on me. I was around 14 years old and ive never had anyone yell at me that was not my family member, so it hit me hard i started walking towards the office and crying half angry at the principal and half angry at my stupid body that would not lisen to my resistance to cry but it was no use. I sat in the office still crying uncontrollably, quietly but had no control over my body, i would breath deeply like a hiccup after every tear. And i hated being the center of any attention especially when im in this state, i sit there crying one of my teacher walks by sees me and askes whats wrong i say something like "the principal sent me to the office" but me, being a kid, crying and talking was not exactly easy to understand what i was saying. Every moment was just stupid i would think to myself about anything that i might of did wrong. Knowing i did nothing wrong i was pist off at the principal and at myself for being unable to conduct myself and calm myself after a few minutes i was left with me hiccup breathing but no tears. The principal had me come in the office and told me he was going to call my parents; "hell if i car if he calls my parents like what was he going to tell then" is what i thought but i stood quite in his office while he told me that and the sent me to class. Me not thinking straight went i walked to class directly when i needed the bathroom. I open the classroom door and the whole class sees me, my red face evidently from crying and the remains of my uncontrollable occasional gasp of air. So i sit down and i realize i need to go to the bathroom to clean myself up, so i asked the teacher. Of course with my face he was more then reluctant to let me go to the bathroom. After i got out of the bathroom i met a kind female classmate asked me what was wrong. I explained my issue and how i did not want to cry, i had little control on my body and the situation with the principal. God bless her heart. Ik if your reading this you were not expecting it at all but there is a lesson in all these words and it is: carefull what vocabulary you use. For some reason the dum principal thought i should be in trouble for using the Prase "What the". That was a few years ago, but its one of those things that sticks to you and scars you in a way. I will likely never forget mr principal but i forgive him. We all have our bad moments and we all act on impulses. But what matters is that we never be content with our sucky selves and choose to improve ourselves. Because you might just end up being a mr mean principal scaring the people around you and make the world a more harder place to live in.

Its a ruff draft, true story, and good night.

May 2, 2021

vendingmachine commented on the word what the

What made you want to share your story here (on Wordnik)? Approximately, what year did this take place?

May 2, 2021

coolaqua124 commented on the word what the

I didn't know where to write it so the definition of "what the" seemed like the right place for it.

Somtime around 2017

May 2, 2021

ruzuzu commented on the word what the

I once got in trouble for using a phrase I’d heard Flo the waitress say on an old episode of “Alice.” I had turned to a classmate on the playground and said, “Kiss my grits,” but I don’t think any of us—students or staff—actually knew what grits were, so it was hard to defend myself.

May 2, 2021

bilby commented on the word what the

My father was a school principal. High school. I don't think he was ever very harsh with anyone. It was more his style to glare, and also to have a very large and imposing senior teacher stomp around the schoolgrounds at recess and lunch times.

It's also the case that the principal never yelled at me at school, fancy that! There was a kind of arrangement that if we ever did anything bad we would be dealt with by the Deputy Principal. But I never did. Good bilby.

May 3, 2021