Starting two weeks late, into middle school, I was just learning my way around the school, going to industrial arts class, and setting down, and the teacher said something directed at me, and I called him by the wrong name, and another teacher, who students made fun of, that is connected to that name I referred to, made the well-off students laugh, so the teacher thought I did that on purpose, and I proceeded to till him, I'm new, and had missed the first two weeks of school, so he had me come to the front of the class, and proceeded to paddle me, for getting his name wrong, I'm at a table crying, and all the students went to work on their quarter-house projects, and the teacher was coming at me, acting like he was a buddy, and I responded with some words, and he got angry, and came at me, he couldn't catch me, so he instructed the entire class to catch me, I jumped on top of the table, and ran across the tables to get to the door, out of the class, and then out the emergency exit door out the school, ran across the main road, then into the woods, till I reached my grandma's house, told her what had happened, and instructed her not to call my step-mother, and she had agreed, then my step-mother shows up, I leave with her to go back to the school, and out the car door, she dragged me by my hair into the school, and at that same time everyone in the main hallways on their way to the gym for a major event, then into the office area, then into the principal's office, where that industrial arts teacher was also, and the principal telling me, I should be glad they didn't call the police, yeah because they knew it was wrong, and the industrial arts teacher saying a different version completely, and I called him a layer, and they all wanted me to apologize, and I wouldn't, so they all took turns paddling me, the main office individuals could hear everything, then I was suspended, and was told to write 200 times a message, and I wouldn't, so my step-mother had my stepsister do it, and it was giving to me, to give to the teacher, and in the industrial arts class, at the very beginning of the class, he asked for that assignment, and I gave it to him, in front of the whole class, I really regret giving that to him, I wanted to ripe it up to shreds, and say a couple of words, but I caved, I hate that moment. What is wrong with the human species......