I left my school of four years feeling nothing but shame. I was the victim, and yet made to feel as though I had done something wrong. Not him. I was regarded by many of the students at my school as a liar, a troublemaker, and a whore. People did not believe that I dropped out of school. They were more comforted with the thought that I had been kicked out for my behavior. I mean who, in their right mind would accuse someone of rape. In this day and age people don't rape. It's unheard of. Anyone accusing someone of rape has to have something mentally wrong with them. It's immpossible to be raped when you can't say no. In a society where no means yes and stop means harder there is no such thing as sexual assault, harrasment, and date rape. There needn't be any laws to protect women against men. After all he hits you because he loves you, right? We live in a wonderful world that punishes murderors and the rapists with a slap on the wrist and a promise to seek professional help. The professionals, or councilors, are probably just as psyciotic as their patients. My school was full of psyco's. People who believe that catching kids smoking on school property was more was more important than protecting a teenage girl from her rapist, who harrassed her constantly. After I left school, that horrid place where I was stuck for four years of my life, I decided not to stay in touch with many of the people that I had been friends with. There were many bad feelings, and memories connected with them. I decided, instead, to start a new life for myself. My life began with work. I work sometimes as much as fifty hours a week, for seven dollars an hour. I don't have a glamorous job. It's not something that I want to do for the rest of my life, but I may have to. I have no diploma. I need four more credits to get it, and at the rate I am going, it could take years!
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