The school hasn't given a rats ass about my non-veteran PTSD problem since it #$%*ing happened on April 6th. I've been running scared and got my Google hacked by a criminal money launderer.
They've kept a record of the dumb things I've done. Someone thought I was driving drunk, another person thought I was disrupting the learning environments, I fell asleep in class and ran outside a bunch when noises made me jumpy.
The Kawasaki instructor thinks I'm a violent Psychopath who wants to hurt him. Pansy.
And I got a kiss from I lady I didn't want, who made a scene of calling me a crazy stalker.
I wrote my appeal letter. I laid it all on the line. The accusations, the lies, the depth of my character and commitment to charity, the people I've helped with no expectation. Federal law and my right to intellectual property. That seems to the butt of jokes around campus.
I've had it up to here - Calling out the bull#$%*.