So, in the past couple of years, a new headteacher came to my school. He started making changes, tightening up on rules, adding new things and stuff. I thought that it might actually be changing for the better. And then something happened. My best friend was assualted on school property, inside the school building by a known troublemaker, and he was hospitalised with a fractured cheek bone. What does this guy get for hospitalising my friend and commiting a criminal offence? 3 days exclusion. Three, fucking, days.
My best friends mum is now taking the son of a bitch that did that to court. Even that didn't convince them to expel that thug. You wanna know what did eventually convince them to expel him? They threatened to go to the local paper. That made me realise. Everything, absolutely everything he was doing was a facade, it was about image. The uniform, the new buildings, the specialist school status, the core values, they made no difference, absolutely no real change had happened. It was the threat to the image of the school, and not to the safety of the pupils that meant that they finally got rid of that bastard.
The contracts, the bullying support group, the prayers in everyone's planner, the two week timetable, it's all designed to make the school look better, and then they have the fucking cheek to COMPLAIN that too many students are applying! What do they fucking expect!

Now, I really hate the headteacher. He had the fucking cheek to say he didn't like what my best mate's mum was doing about going to the paper. WELL WE DON'T FUCKING LIKE THE FACT THAT YOU WOULD'VE LET THAT FUCKING YOB STAY IN THE SCHOOL. You don't like that she would've damaged the school's image? WE DON'T FUCKING LIKE THAT THAT THUG ALMOST GOT AWAY SCOT-FREE WITH ASSAULT UNDER YOUR WATCH! And, headteacher, if you do actually read this at some point, don't fucking complain that I'm out of order, because you fucking know that everything I've said here is true, and don't fucking deny it.
My advise to his mum is to go to the papers with the story anyway. And no, I won't stop talking to my mate and his mum. I have the right to talk to whoever the fuck I want, and no shallow idiot's going to change that.