my calculus teacher did little senior year jokey biographies of people as a big powerpoint on the last day. he was well loved, venerable, yet also slightly … odd. sharp, but vaguely weird. he separated people into basically informal friend groups [with multiple people on the same slide] and people who were the sort of weird alone people. i was one of the alone people. and he said i slept all the time for some reason, i was very sleep deprived but very anxious.
i was sleep deprived all of school really, it started so fucking early, terribly unfair to anybody’s sleep schedule
upon typing this I suppose it isn’t the Worst but it’s still not a fun way to end
Accused me of setting fire to the school (I didn’t do it), and repeatedly ‘interviewed’ me trying to get me to admit to it. I was off-site at the time at a music exam (my mum had picked me up, it was all arranged formally in advance so the school were aware) but despite this they doubled down on trying to blame me and even got the police involved. All because I had a reputation of being a bit of a pyromaniac (I was/am interested in pyrotechnic chemistry/fireworks but have never committed arson!). I layer found out they discovered who actually started the fire but did nothing about it for reasons.
Why did you start the fire though? Was it always burning?
They said they didn’t start the fire, and I believe them - it’s probably been burning since the beginning of the planet’s rotation.