I stole everything I could from my chaotic mess of a high school.

I'm 22 now, and I'm an adult! I have lots of responsibilities and it's kinda time to grow up and move on with my life.<br><br>When I was 16, I was in high school that was a total disaster. It was an "alternative" school that mostly catered to people with criminal histories or students that had been in special ed classes. I was the first. I was a troublemaker kid who had been in and out of jail a couple times and I had to attend an alternative school in order to finish high school.<br><br>The school was a mess. It was obvious that the teachers didn't care about their jobs and they didn't want to be there anymore than anyone else. I always felt a little bit like I was being punished for something I didn't do, because many of the teachers were flat out abusive. They would grab you by the arm, push you, and even hit students they didn't like. One teacher used to call me a "stupid bitch" and slam me against the lockers because she didn't like me.<br><br>I didn't really care too much about my grades, but I didn't like being treated poorly. I didn't like feeling like I was lesser than everyone else. I always got bored during classes and I liked to be chaotic and do whatever I wanted.<br><br>I started taking little tiny things. A teacher's nail clippers, a pair of scissors from the nurses office, a pencil. It was fun, and people didn't even notice. I started to take more and more.<br><br>I took everything I could. I took teacher's lunches. I took the principal's radio from his truck. I took a bunch of textbooks. I took all of the teacher's hand sanitizer. I stole all of the pencil sharpeners. I stole all the needles and thread from the sewing class. I took all of the tiny little flags from the principal's desk. I took all of the nail polish from the beauty class. I took all the teacher's yard sticks that they used to hit students with. I took a bunch of the teacher's personal mugs they brought from home. I even took a few teacher's personal office desks. I even took all of the principal's personal book collection that he kept in his office.<br><br>I didn't get caught until I stole all of the paint from the art room. I got in school one morning at 6:00am just to steal it. I ran it outside and put it in my car. I was caught and they recommended expulsion, but I didn't fight it. I was almost 18 anyway.<br><br>I remember that day, the principal was really mad at me and he asked why I kept taking tiny little things, like that was going to hurt me or something. He was chaotic and the teachers didn't like him, but he was more kind to me and I never felt treated poorly by him. He seemed genuinely confused why I kept stealing, but I think he was a little impressed too.<br><br>I didn't steal for the sake of stealing, I stole because I wanted to chaotic.<br><br>But that's not really why I'm writing this. I'm writing this because I DID get expelled and I went on to a new high school. I kept stealing. I took more pencil sharpeners. I took tons of paint. I took a fucking copy machine. I didn't get caught until I took the entire display case of art projects, but they didn't kick me out. I just got ISS and I ended up graduating with my senior class.<br><br>I don't regret it, but I'm kind of ashamed. I don't steal anymore, and I have a lot more respect for my teachers. I'm going to college and I have a good life.<br><br>I'm not sure why I stole, but I think years later, I realize that it was because I wanted to change the order of things. I didn't like being treated like dirt or tiny human. I didn't like feeling powerless. I felt like that wasn't the life I was supposed to live, so I stole. I stole my own power.<br><br>I think maybe we need more chaos in the world.