I never received that meeting though, even when I made it to Level 5 day 28. They were jerking me around. If you lose 3 tokens you drop your level, that’s as easy as talking out of turn three times in one day.

So here’s what happened.

A student that sat directly behind me talked out of turn. The 300 pound, 6′ 5″ teacher’s aide looked up from his greasy fast food lunch (that he ate like a hobo) and gave me a ‘Talk Out’ fine.

I defended myself and said that it wasn’t me. He gave me two ‘Talk Out’ fines. I defended politely saying that it was the student behind me. He then gave me a third one and said “You just dropped your level”.

I was already frustrated that I had made it all the way to Level 5 Day 28. I was waiting impatiently for the meeting that was eight school days past my deserved meeting to get out.

I was already on edge about that. Then, as he said that I dropped my level, I instantly realized that dropping down to Level 4 day 0 would mean I just lost 38 school days of good behavior because this fat 38-year-old guy making just over minimum wage as an assistant/bodyguard to teachers wasn’t doing his job and paying attention.

I instantly snapped and started screaming that I didn’t do anything. He asked if I wanted to be restrained. As his rhinoceros-sized self stepped towards me fast and aggressively, I started punching him in the face in self-defense. I was in fear of him tackling me to get me to the ground. Oftentimes, they would do that to restrain students who got out of control.

He stumbled back and screamed, “STAFFFFFF!” which was like the teacher’s aide mating call to gather his fellow heavy set animal friends. That’s when all the other moose-, rhinoceros-, and hippopotamus-sized teacher’s aides starting running out of their classrooms. The whole building shook from the weight of the stampede headed towards me. (This is not a joke. This is how it happened every time someone got restrained.)

The most exciting part of a teacher’s aides day was when they got to restrain a student. Not even kidding here – every time a kid was restrained, they had an ‘excited’ look on their face. They’d get us to the ground, and then two of them would just LAY on us with all their weight. I have seen them eat their lunch while restraining us, play GameBoys while sitting on us, have full out phone conversations with people, talk with one another, laugh, make jokes, and more bs.

They often twist parts of your body that don’t twist or bend then apply more pressure to it.

They then took me to the ground – my 5′ 6″, 140 lb. self (at the time)+, and restrained me for literally an hour. I yelled and kicked all the whole hour as three 300-pound teacher’s aides held me down on the floor, dug their elbows into my back, and drove my knees into the concrete floor as they usually did when they restrain you.

From being held down so long with all that weight on my body, it caused me to turn purple (literally) with tons of marks all over my body.

We finally got around to taking pictures 5 hours later at my grandma’s house. This was because my aunt and uncle were at work and my grandma didn’t have a camera and didn’t think to take pictures. My uncle showed up with a disposable camera.