So today I woke up and it was actually kind of quiet; I didn’t hear the stalkers whispering, most likely because of what I posted to the blog yesterday. Today I had to check in to the school I’ll be attending. The check in was early, so I got breakfast and went to check in. When I showed up, there were many people there. I’m used to sitting among sailors who recently graduated from boot camp, but this time, I was sitting among people who recently graduated from boot camp, and even more who have been in the Navy for some time; people many ranks higher than me. So I sit down to fill out some paperwork, and it didn’t take long for people to start verbally harassing me, and I was quick to start verbally defending myself. People I’ve never seen before were verbally harassing me. There was a group effort to hurt me, emotionally, for no good reason, mostly because of what I’ve been writing to this blog, which doesn’t really concern them until now, since I’m writing about them. Then I was told where my classroom was, so I made my way to that classroom. When I get there, there are two people from the check in who were making an effort to verbally harass me, but I was eating my breakfast, so I didn’t pay too much attention. After I ate my breakfast, I start logging my calories on a spreadsheet. The app kept on refreshing and a couple of rows of data keep on being delete, so I know for sure that cyberstalkers were messing with my iPhone. Then someone walks into the classroom and whispers “got him” or something like that, and tells these two people that they are in the wrong class room. So these people leave and there are a couple of people who introduce themselves to the class. The instructor wasn’t available because he was standing a watch… sure. One of the things that was mentioned a couple of times are surveys and if there are any problems to go talk to a certain person, and I think the emphasis has to do with what I’m writing to my blog. So I may go on and address the issues that I’m having, just because I don’t want to be asked “why didn’t I say anything?” I don’t think the issues will be solved, just because there’s a conflict of interest, like who’s going to rat themselves or others out, or have the courage to do what’s fair and right. So again, that’s another purpose of this blog, which is to document the unjust treatment I’ve been experiencing, that of which cyberstalking is the primary cause.
Since this is the first day, we’re told to meet up again after lunch, which gave me some time to go to the gym before getting lunch, and that the instructor would be available at that time. Anyway, so I go to the gym, and then take a shower. As I was getting dressed, I start hearing a stalker whispering, and I start talking back aloud… odd situation. I’m kind of getting angry, which I don’t like, because I want to treat everyone with dignity and respect, but with this harassment, it’s difficult, so I will report this to law enforcement, eventually, for the sake of having a paper trail and because I want to stay a good and happy person. Anyway, so I go to the cafeteria to get lunch, and this guy whispers something aggressive to me, like “leave” or something. So I say something aloud that’s also aggressive, but I don’t whisper and I look at the guy who made the whisper; this happens every so often. Then one of the guys serving the food makes this awful sound, like someone is begging for their life not to get shot. Then the other guy asks me what I wanted a couple of times, so I had to say “the salmon, sir” a couple of times and then when he hands me my food and he says, “you broke.” I think they wanted to hear my voice crack, which was difficult for me to keep together because of that awful sound. This isn’t the first time someone has made that sound either. The last time someone made that sound though, that person was much younger. Then I get to the end of the line, and I think the same guy that whispers something aggressively, whispers something aggressively again, so again, I say something aloud that’s aggressive, but I don’t whisper it. Super unhealthy.
Anyway, so I go back to the class, and the teacher for the class meets me in the hallway and takes me to his office for some paperwork, and as I’m there some guys are verbally harassing me. He then tells me which classroom to go to. Since this is the first day of class, there is more documentation to sign. Things are cool until I get to the Next of Kin portion of the document and then the instructor whispers something, I forget exactly what. For the next of kin, I have to write my father because my mother died and I’m not married. So I think my father is behind a lot of the harassment that’s going on here, including talking these people into putting cameras in the room. Then I say aloud, “No.” and “twisted.” Literally insane. The teacher also puts his hands behind his back, which is what people do to suggest that I’m in prison or whatever, which is extremely idiotic, because in America we have something called the “judicial system” so if someone has a case against me, or if the government has a case against me, take me to court, otherwise, let me live in peace, it’s a free world. So, I stayed respectful, I was quick to dismiss and forget the indirect comments. I figured this would be what I write to my blog today… it’s still the first day.
Then it’s time for dinner. I go to the cafeteria and get my food. I got a baked potato this time which was wrapped in foil, a lot of foil. When I remove the foil I see that there are a lot of holes in the potato with pieces of foil stuck in many of the holes. Was this an accident? Nah, I think it was intentional, especially because when I was unwrapping the potato, I heard the stalkers say “don’t talk” and “gay.” So, it’s fair to say that this is a form intimidation, which is a crime. Take look, like how many times do you gotta stab the potato to see if it’s ready.
