Dear Bishop Moore,
I know I said I wouldn't write, but you've practically begged for my involvement with this slew of unexplained expulsions. You see, I withdrew before it became the 'cool' thing to do. I began the trend, so give me some credit, please. I question why L.W. and her cowboy-boot wearing bitch were suspended for an excess of hashish, while I was on the curb for texting about a possible drug deal. You got my buddy Joe this week and could you have picked a weaker man? He's not as strong as me and he's suicidal without you. Doesn't honesty count for something? He's bitter, and angry, yet miserable, and upset. There's nothing I can do for him. It's not my job to bring your ex-students under my wing and give my advice. He isn't learning a lesson, ya'know, just like I never did. You're hurting him. I want to commend you on breaking the spirit of a boy who could've made you proud.
And while we're on the subject---what could possess you to expel Meghan "Perfect'' Morgan?! Out of all the popular, rich, spoiled kids atyour school, you pick the one with the most promising future. She was going to make you famous. She's got plans for her life and Bishop Moore was going to be a part of it. Your loss. And I guess she'll learn that in therapy.
You see, we all had stock in something before you kicked us out. Joe was band, the woodwind section specifically, Meghan's was academics, she was third in her class for Christ's sake, and mine was my friends, who you turned against me and I lost them the day before I was expelled. We all hurt and we all had different degrees of wrongdoing, do we all deserve the same punishment? How did this come about? 23 students forced to withdraw? You poor, sad, pathetic establishment. You'll be sorry this ever went down.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
I hope this message finds you well.
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