(I graduated high school two years before this story happened. I had a terrible time in school, mostly due to intense bullying, to the point of near panic attacks. Because of this, I never attended my graduation to receive my diploma and class transcripts, and also had no intention of doing any higher education. Although my grades were fine enough, I thought “school was not for me.” After high school, I floated around a few jobs before deciding to go to college to do something better. Now, I need to go back to my high school to get the required info for college applications. The deadline to apply is in roughly one week. I try calling the school repeatedly, leaving many messages. I am mostly polite, but in one message I regrettably use a single curse word. Although the word begins with an F, it is used in reference to the situation and NOT directed to the person who would hear the message. I also visit daily to find only maintenance and janitorial staff who can’t help. One visit, there is finally a receptionist present.)
Receptionist: “Can I help you?”
Me: “Yes, I’d like to get my diploma and transcripts to use for college applications. My name is [My Name] and I graduated in [year].”
Receptionist: *angrily* “Oh.” *breaks eye contact, and refuses to look me in the eye for the remainder of the conversation* “You’re the one that left all the messages.”
Me: “Yes, that was me. I’ve been trying desperately to get this before the deadline to apply.”
Receptionist: *says nothing, looking very snooty*
Me: “If you got my messages, how come you didn’t call me back to say someone was in to help me?”
Receptionist: “I was on vacation last week. I have a right to go on vacation.”
Me: “I understand that. But I also have a right to receive my diploma. It was never sent to me.”
Receptionist: “You shouldn’t need them again. They were given to you at your graduation.”
Me: “I didn’t attend my graduation ceremony. I was told at the time that they would be mailed to any students who didn’t pick them up in person. But I never got them.”
Receptionist: *angrily* “I have a right to go on vacation! I work hard all year.”
Me: “I believe you. But I also worked hard for four years to earn my diploma, and it was never given to me.”
Receptionist: *long silence* “I don’t like the way you talked to me on the phone.”
Me: “Well, I apologize for being rude in a message.”
Receptionist: *long silence* “You shouldn’t speak to me that way! You can’t use that language with me.”
(By now, two janitors are listening in from the hallway outside the office. I am trying to remain calm, but she has still not budged to get what I came for and still will not even look at me.)
Me: “Well, it was at this fine institution that I learned that kind of language. I will apologize again. I’m sorry for swearing on the voicemail. But I need my transcripts now, please.”
Receptionist: *reluctantly hands me an envelope that was sitting in front of her the entire time*
Me: “Thank you.”
Receptionist: *silence*
Me: “I said, ‘Thank you.’”
Receptionist: “The principal would like to speak with you about your attitude.”
Me: *realising this is a silly and empty threat* “Good! I’m not some scared student you can send to the principal’s office. I graduated two years ago. I would love to speak to her, and I’ll be sure to mention how you’ve treated me. I was picked on in this building for years, and I won’t take it from you for another minute. Have fun holding onto your grudge.”
(I walked out past the janitors who were laughing at the whole thing. I got into college, but strangely never heard from the high school principal.)