The Eyes Of A Spectator

So I visited the high school yesterday to see friends and such, and to my pleasant greeting, was told to get out, by the dearest of all security guards, Tom.

Basically, I was holding a frisbee on my hand. I was not playing frisbee, because he told me to stop, so I stopped. Then my friends started playing, and then he came up, about 2 inches away from my face, and started telling me to go see the principal. I went in, and because I didn't attend the school, they said they would arrest me if I didn't get off school grounds.

I'm publicly announcing that Tom is an asshole.

A lot of people hate him, and if I were to get a list of people to sign a protest sheet for him, I would no doubt have at least 20 people right off the top of my mind.

Oh well, the Dean of the school said I can come back, but just for that day I was getting kicked off.