Today was another day. Two reporters from the Advocate showed up at the school today, as per our conversation last night. They wanted to follow me in and photograph me as I refused to consent to a search. Unfortunately, a cop and one of the administrators ran out and told them to leave the school grounds.

There’s so much more detail I could provide there…for example, the administrator was very, very blunt with the poor reporters. He told them to leave and refused to show them the school policy forbidding reporters from being on school grounds. Ten minutes later, I spoke with the administrator and he was very casual about it all, as if he didn’t /actually/ care.

But, you know, I’m really tired now. Tired as in weary and tired as in sick of it all. I left another message with the lawyer I mentioned, Arlene DePino talked to us and I’ve a message left with her, I spoke with the reporter from the Advocate a bit more.

So, you know. I refused. They put me in the office for awhile, then I went and sat with Ms. Clark, then I sat in the conference room. I read a lot of The Silmarillion today. I did a bit of work on a paper. I talked to a few people who were interested in why I was sitting around all day.

I did a lot of thinking these past few days. About my rebellion. Education. Life, the universe, etc. (I decided that the answer is 42, by the way). And I have come to a course of action.

Everything revolves around tomorrow. The Final Stand. My last attempt. Tomorrow, I will address the crowd mulling around the building, waiting to be treated like criminals. I will tell them that I appreciate how they’ve all expressed their support for the cause, but the time has come to back up those pretty words. I will not continue my protest if absolutely nobody there truely does not care about their privacy. And then I will call for everyone present to refuse to be searched, to make a statement to the superintendent and the board. We, the people you are trying to impose upon, will not stand for this.

If I am successful in that endevour, I shall play it by ear. But I expect to fail, simply because I bet that they just were pretty words. They can complain all they want, but until they show commitment, nobody will take them seriously.

On Monday evening, I will be present at the Board meeting where they introduce the new policy. And then, I will terminiate the relationship between myself and the New Haven school district. It will be a cold day in hell before I allow any officer of the school to trifle through my effects and bark orders at me. And Dr. Mayo and his ilk will not have the satisfaction of seeing me submit.

I have nurtured the seeds of rebellion. It is my war, and mine alone. As I was told earlier in the week, I broke it, I bought it. And I will see this through to the bloody end, even if I do not wish to leave Career.

We’ll see what happens, my readers. We’ll see.