Tech School, continued
So… the stalking, harassing, and bullying continues, mostly because no one here has the strength of character to influence the culture in a positive manner, and it does require a great amount of strength to do so. There are hiccups of kindness, but it’s mostly either fake or not consistent. I know there are a couple of people who just appease to the oppressors and the oppressive culture, just because they have to.
So you know how I mentioned how the recruiter at the recruiter office talked about how some people don’t go to the cafeteria to eat and just order pizza to be delivered. Well it didn’t take much time for there to be a collective effort to bully me out of the cafeteria, which has been consistent and on going. I’m not sure if this effort is connected to what the recruiter was saying, but it seems like it.
So I finally get classed up and start instruction. There are a couple of schools that need to be completed for the field that I’m in. The first is the most difficult and the most technical; for a student to fail a test two times and get set back is common. It is a tough course. Now, unlike most of the people here, I’m older and I already have a technical degree. Since it’s common for people to fail and get set back, there was this collective effort to make me fail, and my classmates and others were freaking awful. They were in communication with my family members, and people I haven’t spoke to in years: college friends, high school friends, ex-girlfriends, an ex-girlfriend’s family, etc. People I used to know and barely even know any more. And the harassment was on a daily basis. One day, I said aloud “I can’t say that I like any of you,” and they all seemed to have been butthurt. And I thought, “are you serious!? you really expect me to ‘like’ any of you with the constant stalking and harassment?” And I’m not a hateful person, I don’t hate anybody; I’m a very positive person. It actually takes me effort and I usually have to remind myself to not like someone or to not engage in a conversation with a particular person, and it’s not personal, it’s just bad for my health. Like let’s say if these people wanted to change their ways, I’d easily forgive and forget; but I think that requires maturity, which requires time, for some.
Anyway, so like I said, I go from one abusive situation to another. I went from awaiting instruction to instruction, and I tried to get a protection order or do something to stop harassment and stalking. But there wasn’t really much that I could do. When classes started, we were told where the chaplain’s office is and the number to call if we wanted to speak with a chaplain. So I figured I’d call the chaplain and talk to them about the harassment and bullying I’ve been experiencing. So I decided to schedule a meeting. I could already tell things weren’t going to go well when I went to the chaplains office to schedule a meeting because the people at the front desk were being passive aggressive. So I’m finally on the phone with the chaplain and tell the chaplain about the cyberstalking and how my family is harassing me from a distance. The chaplain immediately tells me that he finds that hard to believe, and I’m not surprised by this and tell him that he’s just trying to protect those who are partaking in the harassment. I told him if he allowed me to voice record the people around me, I could easily demonstrate the harassment, and he told me that wasn’t allowed. Then he tells me I should contact the legal department, and tells me he would call me back and leave me a message. Then he leave me a message and I think he kind of tells me to commit suicide, but I could be wrong; I want to be wrong. You know that Red Hot Chili Peppers song Otherside that says “I don’t believe it’s bad, Slit my throat it’s all I ever.” Well people tend to allude to that song to tell me to commit suicide essentially. Like people will do things so I have to go to the “other side,” whether it’s the other door, or other whatever. And to be clear, some of this writing is based off my interpretations, it’s not like I enjoy writing about these unfortunate situations, but I do because it helps. Anyway, despite these people being awful, I still did well and didn’t fail any test. On the last day of class, I forget why I started to say this, but I was walking down the desk aisle, and was saying “f**k you, and f**k you..”