To Whom at Rudder M.S. It May Concern

How the hell do you sleep at night? And a more pressing question is, why do you work with kids when it's obvious you fucking hate them? Why anybody would ever want to be in charge of a bunch of hormonal, pubescent, smack-talking kids is beyond me. This is what your life has resorted to and it must be really sad being you.

But it is not you I give a fuck about. Jump off a bridge for all I care. What I want to know is why you think you can have any position of power in a government-funded system when you have no god damn clue about the rights of American citizens - yes, even the preteen ones. Or maybe you do, but just have a sick need for power and control, no matter how insignificant it is, and get pleasure in censoring the voices of the children who so conveniently for you are unaware of the rights granted to them by the Constitution, and more specifically, the first amendment.

For not only did you violate my freedom of speech, you tried to get at me for expressing my religious beliefs at the time. And while those beliefs were temporary and out of curiosity, I had every right to explore them. Yet it was because of your ignorance an bigoted conservatism that I was written up for it. After all, if the Christian kids are allowed to wear their crosses and say their prayers, why isn't a Pagan allowed to absent-mindedly doodle her religious symbol? And not only did I doodle it, but I wrote peaceful slogans on it, such as, "Wicca is NOT Satanism" and "Wicca appreciates the natural world." And still - STILL - I was written up for "offensive Satanic material." How fucking BLIND are you people? It was right there in plain English for you! Besides, even if I was making Satanic remarks, so what? Satanists don't actually worship the Satan YOU believe in. It wasn't as if I was hurting anybody. "Offensive?" That sheet of paper was trying to teach people, to bring them out of their delusional superstitions. It was my religion, my beliefs. I don't get offended when people express their religious beliefs (as offensive Christianity in itself is), so I would expect the same respect, even though my beliefs aren't the same. But instead, I am punished. If Wicca wasn't a peaceful religion and that disallowed evil, curses on you!

My 8th grade history teacher, when I told her about the incident, totally patronized me after dragging me into the hallway. She defended the administration, and told me that I had no place in seeking religion as I was too young and naive to get into that business. She said I was just trying to be trendy and I ought to just give it up then. I was hurt immensely and felt completely discriminated against. Young? Yeah. Naive? Of course. Trying to be trendy? Perhaps, though it didn't seem that way at the time. But an American whose expressions ought to have been protected by the Constitution? Above all. Amazing that my U.S. History teacher didn't recognize this.

That is totally not even the end.

There was another occasion that you completely forgot first amendment rights. One day at lunch, my friends and I took a poll asking people whether they supported gay marriage (in case you're curious, most said no, since the conservative redneck parents you ally with brainwash their offspring young and allow their ignorance to be passed through generations). After school that day, we had organized a debate on the issue, with teacher supervision. Yet as we congregated when the time came, we were shooed into the VP office where we were told to wait for our supervisor. The VP (Ms. Casto) walked out and asked what we were doing there, and we told her.

"Are you the same kids that walked around at lunch taking a poll on gay marriage?"

"Yes," we responded. She then informed us that an offended (bigoted) parent had called and complained, and we would not be able to do our debate because people would object. The mouths of all participants, for and against, dropped, and because of the butthurt of one ignorant asshole, we hung our heads and slunk out, crushed.

The fact of the matter is that, once again, you degenerates sided with ignorance and bigotry, resulting in an offense of the most crucial and important right in our country. A parent wanted to shelter her precious baby from the real world and continue the never-ending generational chain of bigotry through brainwashing at extremely young ages, and you allowed for it. Whether out of agreement of convenience, you sided with everything that's wrong with this world. People who breed hate and try sheltering children from other ways of life are unfit to be parents, and any bitch who supports them is unfit to be an educator. For what you taught my friends and I, impressionistic kids, was that it's okay to silence the voices that need to be heard, that it's okay to be shit-scared of a bunch of rednecks and do the easy thing by doing the wrong thing, that it's entirely acceptable to respect and be exposed to only one point of view.

Your types are on a moral high-horse, yet you do what you do because you're so insecure in your fragile ways, so shit-scared of letting go of your mother's tits, that you close the door on a more tolerant and rational world.

I am glad I didn't follow in your steps. I'm glad that I am able to step out of my comfort zone an challenge my beliefs to gain a keener insight to the world. And this world is dark and cruel, yes, but it's real - and while nobody may ever know any Absolute Truth, I am much more in tune to the world's truths than you could ever dream of. While I don't believe in the afterlife, I will close my eyes for the last time and fall into an eternal slumber peacefully, knowing that my efforts weren't futile. But you and the unfortunate children who learned from you will be in total darkness and die completely stranded from the world that was your stranger, and you'll have lived only for fear, and have never truly belonged anywhere. And the world will forget you, oh yes, because you never knew it and have no chance of immortality. Just another forgotten corpse to be tossed into a mass grave of nobody worth knowing. Not even your shadow stands a chance.

Heaven and hell aren't where you, they're how you get there.

Fuck you,
Kaytee.