/aus/ - Australia

If history has taught me anything, you never put Brits in charge of Australians. It never ends well.

>Gallipoli.doc.

>New boarding master comes in. Let's just call him Baldwin.

>Baldwin is from Scotland. Like Robbie, family, two kids.

>Seems like a nice guy.

>Hasn't done anything to me so far.

>However, hearing talk around the house that he's a faggot, and the tutors are stepping over the line, and he isn't doing anything about it.

>Surelynot.gif

>Now mind you, I'm not a goody two shoes faggot, like some of the other members of the boarding house. I bludged compulsory sports training because a) I was a lazy fucker, b) was too tired, or c) had more important shit to do.

>Robbie used just give me saturdays, or in some cases, if my excuse was good enough, he'd talk things through with the teachers. Though he'd still give me a bit of shit for not having ran it by him in the first place.

>fairenough.jpeg.

>Now here's the thing, I bludged a P.E lesson because I was fucking tired for the day. Told my P.E teacher I was going to Piano lessons. >Did that.

>Then the school disciplinary douche, who we shall call Blowhard, pulls me out of the middle of class.

>Can't lie properly. Buckle and bawl.

>Get sent to principles office with Baldwin.>Rather than give me a Saturday detention, the fucker gives me an in school suspension.

>Not going to lie, I was in tears.

>The punishment is as follows: Get to the detention area at 8 am, then stay there until 9pm. Had to do this for 3 days. >areyoufuckingkiddingme.jpeg.

>You know that scene from V for Vendetta when V emerges from the fires of his own prison? I felt like that. Free, but burning with rage. >When I come back, I'm welcomed like a war veteran, but I hear that the tutors and Baldwin have started bullying the boys. Protein powder isn't allowed, and junk-food is now placed on the black market.

>Tutors now openly call boys stupid, and ferals inn public, and should anyone speak out against them, they were censored with detentions for "interference". Parents complained to the school, but nothing was done. Our new headmaster cared more for our appearance and reputation, rather than the students themselves.

>Fucking unbelievable.

>What was once a fledgling utopia, now turned into fucking 1984. >However, I wasn't alone.

>I found new friends in the form of a trio of brothers from the country. G-man, Lachaz, and Jordie. Country boys, played AFL, jokers, and pretty decent blokes…. Although Jordie could be a little shit at times. >We hold meetings in our rooms about the injustice that the tutors are dishing out, can't even do it in public spaces.

>G-man talks about the tutors talking shit behind our backs, calling the brothers a bunch of ferals and druggies, Caine a savage, and myself; a space-cadet. The juniours actually came to us on their own free will and told us this. What could we do? Address the principle?

>Nope.avi

>The best we could do was escape the boarding house. Walks, hangouts, going home on the weekend, ANYTHING TO GET AWAY FROM THE PLACE.

>One day, Caine goes out with a couple of mates to smoke some weed.

>Poor fucker returns back to the boarding house, green as the hulk in field of marijuana.

>I advise him that he should go and see sister (the school nurse), he's puking his guts out. The rest of the boys say that's a stupid idea.

>Fair point.

>That's until Baldwin shows up.

>ORDERS Caine to go to and see sister.

>I don't know what went down there, but the result was nonetheless devastating.

>Caine, and the boys who went with him to get stoned were expelled from boarding.

>I beat myself up about it. If I hadn't been so damn loud, Caine would still be here. But he's not.

>They set their sights on me and the brothers.

>They are relentless. Burst into our room without knocking, and when they wake us up at 7am, they open the blinds, shout at us, and bang shit around our room to wake us up. And when the morning sessions come, they publically humiliate us by anouncing our detentions and overdue homework to the rest of they year.

>Fuckingwat.jpg

>I was fed up with this shit.

>Then the prefect selection comes up.

>I figured this could act as a form of redemption for myself in their eyes, maybe they'll lay off me should I get the position.

>Little did I know, that this would be a gateway to a shit-storm of injustice and bullying.

>Enroll for prefect.

>Figure I've got a chance in redeeming myself.

>But oh no.

>When I'm done explaining my reasons for being a prefect to Baldwin, shit goes down.

>Because Caine isn't in my room, I'm an easy target.

>Due to some bullying in the house, one of the boys is sent into my room, let's call him Buddhy. The guy who he was "bullying" was a little fat turd, who we shall call Bunce. I wasn't informed of this until 11:30 at night when I come back from a theatre production. This was done by one of the tutors, who happens to be an art teacher who we shall call Ms. McCunt. Have a go at her, but she tells me off for raising my voice. >Ex-fucking-cuseme?.doc

>Buddhy is ok, though snores a lot.

>Although not entirely friends, we get along. I don't mind the shit he does.>Baldwin says he should be out within two weeks.

>Two week goes by.

>Then three.

>Then four.

>areyoufuckingserious.jpeg.

>I started asking him, keeps on saying it'll only be a few days.

>Few more days pass, I ask him when Buddhy is leaving.

>Baldwin arks up, telling me it is not in my position to tell him how to run his house.

>I hold my tongue, no use rattling the cage.

>I go back to my room FUMING.

>Bunce comes up, starts jeering at me. Says that I hate Buddhy.

>I've fucking had it.

>Explain to him that I don't hate Buddhy, but rather I hate that Baldwin hasn't kept his word. I fucking rant at the fat-fucker.

>I go outside, ten boys are outside, they've been listening in, but acting like they heard nothing.

>Buddhy is one of them.

>I don't know wether it was out of respect, their own will, or maybe because word of it spread like wildfire, but Buddhy left my room on the weekend without a word.

>I can actually spread shit around my room without consequence. >Fuckingoath.gif

>But the war wasn't over.

>Baldwin and McCunt storm into my room, telling me to tidy up, and put folders away and keep to my area.

>Yeah, nah, fuck off m8.

>I clean up a bit, but I still put shit on the other side of the room. >Baldwin and his lap dogs comment on how not being organised is not one the behaviours of the prefects.

>Niggawut.jpeg.

>It's my room, I fucking own the space. It's organized chaos you fucking dunce.

>I would've loved to have said that.

>But it was not to be.

>I'm given a new roomate. But it turns out to be a blessing in disguise. >It's G-man.

>ourswamp.gif

>MFW.

You thought I was fucking done faggots?

Jokes on you.

>Gman and I had some fucking awesome adventures and discussions together.

>His brothers are fucking hilarious.

>Start playing TF2 with house, I actually start making more friends with the juniors.

>Wellhowaboutthat.gif.

>But we still get shit from the tutors.

>One particular one, whom we shall call Ms. McCunt.

>Bitch barges in one night while we are trying to sleep.

"Are you boys asleep?

"We were until you woke us up."

>G-Man asks "Hey miss, do you reckon you could knock next time?"

"Why should I do that?"

"Well it's just common courtesy, to respect our privacy rather than barging in."

>Ms. McCunt tells G-man to shut up. "Very mature miss, something a senior member of staff would stay."

>McCunt walks out without a word.

>That night we plot our revenge.

>Set alarm for 6:30 am

>Go to corners in the room out of sight from eachother.

>Strip naked.

>G-man at the front, his hairy nus on display.

>I'm on the blind sight, in the process of putting on me undies.

>7:00

>Miss barges in.

>Gets an eyeful of G-man's hairy nus. "MISS, WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"Oh shit- I'm sor-"

>Turns towards me

>"Miss, for fuck's sake KNOCK NEXT TIME

>McCunt runs away

>mfw

>thewitchisdead.mp3

>Better call cool and the gang, because it's time for celebration.

>but alas, our victory was short lived.

>There was still more to come.

>>37100

>Bastard keeps on rattling on about how it had gramatical errors.

He was right, you long-winded softcock. You've had five fucking posts to provide a tale of adventure in a bloody boarding school, and you've done fucking ought with it. Mary and Jospeh, you haven't even buggered anyone yet, so you're obviously as shit at boarding school as you are at writing tales of revenge.

Sorry, for the wait, the story isn't over just yet.

Yes, I might have some gramatical errors. Jokes on me.

>The next year I'm back.

>I'm actually looking forward to this.

>Baldwin had overstepped his boundaries for the last time.

>G-mans older brother was kicked out of the boarding house for not shaving, and going down to his HSC exams. Had no place to go. I offered him my place.

>For G-mans family that was the last straw.

>G-man took it upon himself to create a petition, signed it himself and had other students write their own complaints. All were anonymous, but their writing made it distinct so it wasn't bullshit.

>G-mans folks rented a house.

>His folks come in to the head-masters office, and Baldwin was there.

>Mind you, I'm writing this from memory of what G-man told me. I wasn't there.

>G-man's dad slams down the petition, calls out Baldwin and the tutor's bullshit.

>Headmaster fumbles saying that they have to

"maintain a good image"

>G-man and the rest of his family leaves the boarding house without another word.

>Baldwin gets away with it.

>Are you fucking kidding me.

>The shackles of a suspension could not break me.

>The rage of a thousand injustices could not control me.

>And Baldwin and the rest of his fucked up cohort would pay for their crimes.

>iwillhavemyrevenge.kratos

>Explain whole bullshit event to folks.

>Folks give me two options:

1) I could attack them and get on their nerves, and they could come down in person and tear them a new one, but that would risk me being picked on EVEN MORE, now that I was the odd man out.

OR 2) Cop their shit, do as they say. It'll piss them off even further, and in doing so they'll do something stupid.

>I've read enough Sun Tzu to know where this is going.

>I play to their little games, for a while.

>But what I didn't know is that my folks talked to Baldwin directly, talking about the horrid conditions, and explaining the depression that some boys had. (Most of it was bullshit, but effective nonetheless)

>Baldwin already had his balls on the chopping block when G-man dobbed him in, and it'd only be a matter of time before the head master sacked him to "maintain the image of the school".

>Baldwin complies.

>Baldwin actually starts acting nice.

>iwonderwhy.jpeg

>Pity the same couldn't be said for the tutors.

>I had a shit day at one point.

>GF broke up with me because she had to move overseas, couldn't really blame her, but I was feeling like shit.

>Go to visual arts department to finish up some touches to major work.

>McCunt tells me to start packing up (she was my VA teacher BTW)

"Just give me a moment miss."

>Keep on working

"Anon it's time to pack up"

"Miss, just give me a minute".

>Another teacher comes up to me,

"Anon-"

"YES I KNOW I'M PACKING UP!"

"Actually I was going to say you can place your BOW on a drying rack over here."

>Fuck.

>Apologize to Miss.

"I think you owe Miss McCunt an apology too"

>I don't owe her shit.

"Sorry miss."

>Next day, I'm tired and feel down.

>I don't feel like talking to anyone.

>Just go on youtube, and try and amuse myself, do some finishing touches to an essay.

>Continue to work on it during tutor period.

>Bucktooth notices me with my headphones on.

>Daily public humiliation ensues.

>She's been doing this for days now ever since G-man left.

>Often isolates me from the rest of the year, gives snide inappropriate comments, makes me do all the power points for Boarding house assemblies.

>I cop it on the chin, just put on headphones and listen to music/ watch videos. Whenever I try to ignore them, Wank stain comes over and takes them off.

>It's routine public humiliation.

>But not today.

"Hey Ed, why don't you take your headphones off and come and socialize with the rest of the group?"

>Says it in this really condescending way

>A couple of laughs

"I'm a bit tired miss, I've got some important stuff to do."

"What like spend time on youtube?"

>mfw

>I take my headphones off.

>My inner arsehole takes form.

"Well Miss, it's better than spending time with you."

>Half the people in my year gasp.

>Others contain laughter

>Some people look at eachother.

>Wankstain goes pale.

>Bucktooth says nothing. She's stunned.

>I take my shit and leave.

>Day goes pretty swell after that.

>But not when I return.

The tale continues….

>Nigga, no one gives a shit.

Nor do I, which is why I'm still telling the story.

>When I get back to the boarding house Bucktooth is there.

>She actually has the 'nads to talk to me, given our earlier bout.

"Is their anything you want to say to McCunt or myself"

>I know exactly what they're talking about.

>But I don't care.

>Act completely oblivious

"Not really no"

"Don't you think you owe an apology to any of us."

>What? Sorry that I stood up for myself?

"I don't think there's anything I need to apologize for."

>Bucktooth looks at me with the stare of a thousand arseholes.

"I'll come back to you later when you realize what you've done wrong."

>this makes my snake solid.

>fortykeks.jpeg

>Get into my room.

>Have victory wank.

>Back to work.

>Bucktooth comes back in.

>Barges into room.

"Is it so hard to knock?"

>Asks me the same question.

>I play her game.

>Give her another shit eating grin.

"I'm sorry for the way I spoke Miss."

>Miss tells me to wipe grin off my face.

>I can't help it.

"I'm sorry for smiling too, now if you'll excuse me I've got work to do."

>Close door in front of her face, slowly.

THE NEXT DAY

>Bucktooth and Baldwin are waiting for me.

>ohforfuckssake.gif

>They're taking me to see the deputy head of the senior school.

>Flank me side by side.

>I'm like a fucking prisoner, they walk me through the public areas of the school

>And I'm enjoying every moment of it.

>I smile, nod, and wave to boys who look at me with either surprise or anxiety.

>They surprisingly wave back.

>Some of my dayboy friends give nods of acknowledgement, they know of my relationship between me and the "teachers"

>When I arrive, the deputy head, who we shall call Chuckles, explains that i've been acting hostile to teachers and giving them attitude.

>Fair enough.

>Bucktooth is sitting next to me. She's going to try and shift me into gear.

>Asks me loaded questions, but I try to be as vague as possible.

>Explain that we'll have discussions weekly.

>Yeah, right.

>No doubt they're trying to cover their arses, while picking on me simultaneously

>I explain to him that at one point I'd like to speak to him privately.

>Not that kind of private.

>He agrees. At last, I shall have my revenge.

>Next day, I come into Chuckles office, escorted by Bucktooth.

>I explain i'm feeling fine, but I'd still like to speak in private.

>Browning asks Bucktooth to leave.

>It's at this point, that I explain to Chuckles EVERYTHING that the tutors have done. Stealing shit from boys, publically humiliating them, telling them the punishments they dish out, their total lack of respect for us or our privacy.

>I state nothing but facts, no emotional bias or anything, but I carry it with such weight.

>I nearly cried fake tears, and i started shaking and pausing, and sighing.

>Chuckles explains to me that he'll deal with it.

>I ask him that he only does this quietley.

>I don't want the tutors to be fired just yet.

>I want them to know that I alone had beaten them, and that they could never touch me so long as I was in their domain.

>What I put on their in my opinion must've been a fucking oscar winning performance, because for the rest of the school year, they don't fucking bother me.

>Bucktooth avoids conversation, McCunt occaisonally needs to be put in line, but I can actually talk to her like the cunt she is and not a fucking dog.

>Baldwin approaches me nicely.

>It may not have been the revenge that I had hoped for, but in the long run, it proved to better as they had to PUBLICALLY treat me with respect.

>After my HSC finishes, It's finally fucking over. All the bullshit, the injustice. I had endured. Survived.

>Unfortunetly my exams finished on the last day.

>But I had one last present to give.

>G-man had still asked me to draw up some dirt on the teachers.

>You know how I told you how G-man's older brother was kicked out of the boarding house for not shaving?

>Wankstain had come down the HSC exams with a full beard and man-bun, and I took photos of it in secret.

>I send them to G-man as I'm walking out of the school.

>I see a car in one of the teachers drive ways.

>It's McCunts.

>I look around, made sure that there weren't any security cameras.

>There are none.

>Perfect

> I kept a scalpel from the VA department when cutting certain materials, and I still hadn't returned it.

>I proceed to slash two of McCunts tires, while scraping a knob in the side of it.

>I get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

>Three days later, I get a call from G-man.

>McCunt, Bucktooth and Baldwin have been "asked to leave"

>pic related

>Felt a bit sorry for Baldwin, but I had another victory wank to the dismissal of McCunt and Bucktooth.

The Blight was over. G-man and Caine had been avenged, and the revenge that I had sought was achieved. I didn't hear much news about the car after that.

>A week passes and I'm driving with my folks after attending an interview with an artschool. G-man is there in the car, hitching a ride with us so we could have a celebration back at my place with a couple of other m8s.

>McCunts Car pulls up right next to us. She has her tires repaired, but the giant knob still remains.

>My vengeance boner was at full mast as me and my folks laughed our guts out.

>Gman literally pissed himself laughing.