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no, it wasn't the same. most teachers (and people) hated me because i was weird. it didn't matter in university because everyone was weird, including the professors.
but i guess i tell the story as if i hadn't been doing wrong things like putting laxatives in their coffee and setting things on fire. but the more i reacted the more they hated me. they told my parents i was a drug addict, a lesbian and slutty boy stalker (they didn't even see the contradiction).
it was good when they kicked me out (correct term would be: invited me to leave) because i went to a liberal school in which they'd let me smoke and sleep as much as i wanted and didn't have to wear a stupid uniform. they didn't even care if i went to school in my pyjamas because my grades were excellent, so i ended up going to university at 17.
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