In elementary school, I was sent to the principals office for beating the hell out of another kid. I can’t remember what exactly I did but I don’t imagine elementary school me was the most threatening creature.

Mom comes into the principles office absolutely livid. Back then it was a sort of walk of shame for a parent to come in when their child misbehaved in school. Karen’s were batting around teachers and principals like a cat playing with a mouse. It was different then.

Mom asked why I hit the other kid and I told her “he called (my sister) a whore.” I had no idea what that meant. Me and my sister had no concept of whores but I knew that was an insult and I was supposed to protect my little sister.

-Karen theme starts playing-

Mom, suddenly scary calm, sent me back to class. Not the principal, mom.

Mom had multiple stillbirths before they could have me and my sister. She has lots of Catholic school anger in her to this day. She served in the military and never once took anyone’s shit for not having a penis. The principal got literal military grade psycho the second I left that room.

I can only assume this ended in early retirement and a padded room after I left that man alone in a room with a Eldrich horror whose daughter was just called a whore.