The principal said he was tired of me coming to school looking like a "ragamuffin".
I wore a huge fur coat with engineer boots with a chain around the ankle...but I did not wear them slovenly.
The lady who monitored study hall started an inexplicable campaign to set me up with the principals daughter to "bring me out of my shell". I was not in a "shell", I was seeing one of the hottest girls in the school, she lied to her parents to come see my band play, we went to functions together and the reason the lady thought I was in a "shell", was because I had no desire to talk to her or any of the sub-human, Hallmark card Christian soldiers in her circle.
I hated people who drank alcohol or did drugs. I had never had so much as a beer, but the principal, his assistant and one of the cooler teachers took me aside to "confront" me about my "drug problem".
They said that I must be on drugs because I dressed in different clothing and was always tired and had bad grades in math.
Sorry, I've been an insomniac my whole life, never been a morning person, I like weird things, and I'm bad with numbers. Does not equal drugs use, morons...get a more "in-depth" "How To Tell If Your Kids Are On Drugs" pamphlet.
Hands down, the wildest one was, In school I was drawing all the time...drawing creatures, making up characters, drawing the Thing from the Fantastic Four, drawing, doodling, drawing all the time.
So instead of listening in French class, I was drawing this trippy, stream-of-consciousness thing with a bunch of creatures all over.
The French teacher grabbed it, looked at it, and went white, started trembling

, and told me to stay after class!
So, I stay after, and she looks all grave and says, "Wilhelm,...before I found the Lord, I use to be into some.....
pretty "Heavy" stuff."
She went on to tell me that she had been a wild traveling Rock and Roll Groupie ( Led Zeppelin was her favorite!

, this turned me on. ), and she got into Witchcraft...REAL Black Magic!
So, one night she and her "coven" tried to summon up a real demon, and it CAME! It actually appeared!
And according to her, she said that when she looked at my drawings, there was one "creature" in the middle of the page, and she wanted to warn me...because she said, "That doesn't just
look like a "drawing" of the exact demon we called forth that night, Wilhelm, It
IS, that demon."
That's right, my French teacher told me that I had drawn and trapped a real life demon!...in an 8 and a half by eleven piece of typing paper!
Ah, Christian School...