Didn't know your story, I assumed you were just acting immature and I found it amusing to answer back with a juvenile quip. If I made you feel attacked for not understanding social clues because of your neurodivergence or something like that, I am sorry.

I've ranted about school rules and the teachers I've had on here numerous times before. One time somebody responded with something along the lines of my school admin probably being good people just trying to get through the day, and that my attitude (which developed in response to how school admin treated me) made life harder for them. Bruh. I hope I made life harder for them. If you traumatize kids to the point they still talk about the bullshit you did to them decades years later, you're clearly no saint.

As to stupid rules, my high school didn't allow water bottles. Period. Rumor was that some girl filled one with vodka and a teacher found out. Ever since, water bottles of all kinds were banned. Meanwhile, the water fountains were regularly full of trash, with kids sticking chewing tobacco and gum onto the water spouts. I refused to drink from them.

Ooh yeah, and there was no air conditioning (except in select rooms, computer lab, auditorium, and of course the offices. Can't risk letting the adults get uncomfortable now. /s) It was our normal to go the entire day without water (aside from whatever we had during our lunch) while also sweating our asses off. It's hard to express how normalized this sort of thing was, how my classmates refused to say or do anything to affect any sort of change, because they all feared "rocking the boat." Sound familiar? They'd already been trained to accept whatever authority decided for them. Which is why when I said things to call out how wrong we were being treated, it was easy for admin to single me out as a lone trouble-maker. Others saw me get punished, and further internalized the lesson of, "Just go with the flow."

Fast forward 20 years, and we have Trump as president for a second time.

I know I had another point I came here to make, but pardon me, I need to go scream into a pillow for a bit.