The Fuji Manifesto
Written by DJ Fuji the Man Scout
Regarding the day of 4-23-01
Since I’ve been at this school, I have been having lunch in the same area that is between two of the noticeably derelict school buildings. The spot is located in front of Mr. Ro-hole’s windows and there has never been any complaint.
One morning, to our surprise, we saw that one of Mr. Ro-hole’s windows had been broken. Mr. Ro-hole did happen to talk to us in the morning and, of course, he must have been upset about his window.
He found us playing around like we normally do and he started screaming at us. That’s when I’m pretty sure he got the idea of telling you or the securities to move the bench located there away from his windows; as if we had broken his precious windows.
Now, when we got out of class I noticed the bench was moved and I, of course, moved it back with some help and we continued to eat lunch as we always do.
Now, Mr. Ro-hole, who was bitter about the broken window, opened his emergency escape window and told us, in an unfriendly tone, to move the bench back. We, of course, asked “why?”
First off, I don’t understand how a teacher could request this. If a teacher could just ask students to move away from their lunch areas, everyone would be relocating everyday.
Mr. Ro-hole told us to move the bench to the other side of the sidewalk. His reason was basically that he didn’t like us hitting his windows.
My friends and I play hacky sack and sometimes the sack may hit a window. Even though this sack doesn’t break or damage the window in any way, we agreed with Mr. Ro-hole to move the game away from his windows. But I could tell he didn’t care about that. He didn’t want the game to move. He wanted us, the entire group of friends, to move.
I don’t know about you, but in high school, you choose a spot where you like to hang out and stay for the rest of your high school experience. My friends and I have been in this very same spot since freshman year. Just imagine being forced to move because some angry guy doesn’t want you there.
Now, if you loved the spot like I do, you would be writing this same letter.
I’d like to restate that I feel Mr. Ro-hole was bitter to the fact that his window was broken. We have broken one of his windows before by accident. When we did, the person who broke it happily turned himself in and would pay any punishment.
Mr. Ro-hole, being the “smart” individual, didn’t care. He had a one-track mind that we broke it.
If we broke a window once, as we did before, why wouldn’t we do it again?
It’s that simple!
Still, Ro-hole wanted us out. I must say, after talking to him for ten minutes, listening to the same repeating excuse about the windows, my friends and I came to the conclusion that he was just annoyed.
Now, after noticing that his own incompetent excuses did nothing, he followed with somewhat idle threats.
He was speaking in a blackmailing sort of way and hinted on blaming us for the broken window. And I quote, “Well, you have already been caught breaking one window, I could just conclude that you must have broke the other one.”
I didn’t take this very easily. So very bluntly I stated, “You mean lie?” He followed by saying, “No, assuming.” More and more of his complaining kept driving to the same conclusion that he was annoyed. Of course, with his no-good excuses we easily won the conversation; he had no real point.
He resorted to calling security even though he was wrong. I thought security was there to stop fights, drugs, and anything dangerous. Well, a security guard was sent to handle the most stupid thing: making ten kids move a bench to the other side of the sidewalk. This was the tall, bald, kind of large-looking guard. I was told his name is Baldo so I will use that name for the remaining of this letter.
In the process of moving the bench away from Ro-hole’s windows, Ro-hole, accompanied by Baldo, arrived.
Baldo, being the tough man that he is, said, “Move the bench to the other side in five seconds or you will all get suspended.”
Now, I would just like to say that if we are such a bad group of kids, how would moving a bench stop us from doing bad things? Back to the subject, we simply asked Baldo, “why?” This is of course after we had moved the bench to the other side, by the way.
[Here is a little play setting for you]
Baldo: Who are you to move the bench in the first place?!
Me: I’m a student.
Baldo: Why did you move the bench back?!
Me: The bench was there before you moved it, sir.
Baldo: Shut up!
Me: But, sir, five benches are located on this side of the sidewalk, why can’t we have our bench back where it was?
Baldo: You’re a nobody! When you become a somebody, you can talk!
Me: I’m a nobody?
Friend: You can’t call me a nobody!
Baldo: Yes, until you become an adult. Just try to move it back and sit on it tough guy. I’ll suspend you so fast (Baldo and Ro-hole then proceeded to walk away).
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You should really speak to that security guard. It gets me mad when adults want to seem superior to us young adults. We aren’t in some society where people can call other people nobodies.
I would be happy to get ten people who witnessed this to testify on my behalf.
He should be spoken to right away on this subject. Now, unless there is a true reason (which there shouldn’t be) to move the benches, I think we should get ours back.
I would like to suggest an answer to this problem, which will be, most likely, that since the benches are school property we can’t put them wherever we want. Well, the school is here for us, the students, so the benches are for us.
Keep that in mind, unless there is beyond a doubt a clear positive reason why we shouldn’t have our bench back.
If you would like to know something, contact me, DJ Fuji the Man Scout (Student ID: LAO55378008).
I hope you contact Mr. Ro-hole and explain that the bench can stay where it was. Also, you should speak to Baldo.
Please contact me with your decision.
Thank You
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