MandaMeena agrees: holy crap, and I thought I had some messed up teachers! He should be arrested!
Like I said, JR's somehow above the law. The common theory in the band is that he's blackmailing he local authorities and is probably someone high up's gay f*** buddy and that someone is probably cheating on a wife with him. But he's been at the school since he got out of college... 32 years. That's a long time to be at the same school. And he took the band to the Tournament of Roses parade 3 years ago and he's doing it again next year. He probably will again 4 years from that if he's still teaching at my high school. The philosophy at the school is "you don't mess with JR." I told the teachers they should ALL do the things JR does. Like pick a day to EVERY ONE OF THEM do the crap he does. If one teacher did the crap he does, they'd be fired in an instant. But if they all did it... The school would be forced to look at how awful JR's behavior really is. But they're all way too scared. If a day like that were to occur, no one could chicken out. It's all or nothing. And someone's bound to chicken out. They all suck up to him and let him do whatever the hell he wants... to hell with us students.
But with all of that said, I love him and I miss him. I mean, he was an ass... but sometimes, he had his moments. Sometimes, he actually cared. Sometimes you'd talk to him and you could feel that he cared about you. The last time I spoke to him before I graduated, I apologized to him for not giving my all that year. I explained what was going on in my family (my dad had cancer and mom was getting married to a guy she'd dated for 2 weeks before getting engaged) and he hugged me. He gave me the biggest, longest, most comforting hug I've ever gotten in my life. I felt really like he cared about me and loved me. So yeah, JR was an ass, but being in his band for 4 years, I connected with him and while he does hate me and I hate him... I know part of him loves me just like part of me loves him.
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My father is an ass. simple as that. I went downstairs looking to make myself a sandwich (this would be the first sandwich after I got my lower wisdom teeth out) and found we were out of bread. I said "wow, I'm the only one who eats bread? I don't eat for a few days and no one buys bread?" And he starts basically screaming at me that I didn't tell him to get bread earlier at the store. And I was like "I only JUST got the idea to try and eat a sandwich!" Then he starts babbling on how I was complaining about it... but I wasn't even complaining. I was just stating. He's such a jerk!
