7/14/2003 - Well It's come to my attention that I never finished writing the Kawamoto story, and now 4 years after it went down, I find myself being constantly harassed by readers to finish the story since I left them on a climax. Hahahah well fuck you! I'm not going to finish the story, and you can all go to hell.... I don't know what's gayer, the fact that I said that or the fact that you know I'm going to tell the story because you can see an assload of text below it. Well I'm going to try my best to remember everything, forgive me if the order on the timeline of events is off, I'm merely going to write from what I remember, and I'm sure certain memories will generate others so bare with me.

After returning back to the States I got word of Kawamoto being in deep shit for her treatment of another student. Bobby Kimura's mother would constantly be calling my mother and updating her with legal information, and what we can do to get Kawamoto removed from CHS. Perhaps the most interesting move was the Principal being "promoted" to a higher rank leaving us with no principle. Now there is a theory on this. The school would have you believe that he was being promoted because he's such a hard worker and deserved one. However, most of us believed it was due to the huge cover up on Kawamoto. Because students from years before myself had filed numerous complains on her, most being her verbal harassment. However, Kawamoto's file was completely CLEAN with not ONE single complaint. Firing or removing the principle would make too much of a scene, and the only thing they could do to save image, was to promote him to get him out of there. I believe this theory because we had no acting principle to replace him! Why would they promote the guy if they had no one to replace him with? It was a conspiracy and the rumor was that old lady, Mrs. Brewer, cleaned the slate of Kawamoto. She died a year or two ago from cancer. Justice?

Because Kawamoto was under investigation by the school board, she was removed from teaching Japanese I-IV. Again the school was caught with their pants down, they had no Japanese teacher and no principle. They hired Mr. Vernon a substitute teacher who William and I quickly became friends with, who knew nothing about Japanese. They also hired Mrs. Soto who was from Japan, could speak Japanese perfectly but her english was not so well. Mrs. Soto didn't have the credentials to be a full teacher, so Mr. Vernon had to also be in the room to supervise. Perhaps the funniest thing, in the beginning we had no lesson plans, so Mr. Vernon would go up and teach us about stocks since he's a stock broker. The two worked hard to make sure we learned Japanese, and ironically we actually learned more with them than we ever did with Kawamoto.

Now Mr. Vernon was a cool guy, and he really liked Playstation. So one day he proposed that during lunch period that we would hold a contest for Tekken II I believe the game was. This was during lunch period, not class time keep in mind. The tournment was played, and everyone had fun. That was until the Kawamoto-Supporters (teachers, and one suck up student) decided they would lie to the parents. They issued out newsletters to take home to parents that stated that Japanese was being taught by a person who couldn't even speak Japanese, and by a person who didn't have a teacher credential. They also stated that the Japanese class students were PLAYING VIDEO GAMES DURING CLASS rather than learning. It was your basic propaganda war, and the supporters struck first.

Down but definately not out, William, my friend Joe, and I thought diligently on what we could do to score one up against the supporters. Right about this time, Teachers were holding morning meetings prior to class starting where they would talk about the grave injustice that had taken place. They showed their support for Kawamoto by wearing a sticker on their clothing that read "Return The Joy To CHS." Now this is a play on words, since Kawamoto's first name is Joy. Oh those clever teachers, with such wit I'm surprised they make as little as they do in money. However, this sticker situation was perfect, and the revolters (Me, William, Joe) had finally found our weapon.

Meanwhile poor Bobby was being harassed everyday by classmates. They bugged the living shit out of him, and ran him out of CHS. Teachers were dead afraid of him, since he got a teacher removed, any time he had a request they obeyed without question. Bobby was on our side, but you can't blame the guy for lashing out at me one time - the guy was taking shit from students 24/7 and even my smart ass comments caused him to threaten to kick my ass. At the time I just laughed, but later on I realized what he trully was going thru -- keep in mind the Columbine massacre would be occuring 5 months later, so students were still fucking around with people never thinking they were going to get shot up -- and probably should of been more nice to him.

The plan was simple, William, Joe, and myself would approach a teacher who didn't know that we hated Kawamoto, and we would request wearing the stickers they had. We were so lucky, because the teacher we approached was so estatic that we were "supporters" that she gave us 10 stickers. We told her that we would find other students who felt this way, and we could all support Kawamoto's return! Well about 5 minutes later someone noticed us wearing the stickers (upsidedown) and told her. She immediately ran to us, scolded me and told me to be ashamed of myself, and ripped the sticker off my shirt. LOL! I just laughed and rolled my eyes, and we walked off. William still had some copies, so we were set to go. That night William and I discussed what we would do tomorrow at school, and William sure didn't let me down.

Kawamoto had be removed from CHS. The schoolboard had been labeling it as a leave of absense. For some reason however, maybe as punishment, they moved her to another school. She was put into Artesia High School, the ghetto school full of mexicans and blacks. HAHAHAHAH that sure put a smile on all our faces, and had the supporters going to ridciulous terms to try to get Kawamoto back. During a school board meeting, Mr. Johnstone (who you may remember from the Adult Video rant,) stood up and in tears tried to convince the school board how it wasn't fair to keep Kawamoto out of CHS. I nearly shat myself from how fucking pathetic he looked crying at the stand. What a fucking loser. He also had a witty T-shirt on, that he had handwritten some pun on one of the school boards last name, unfortunately I can't remember it.

William had scanned the "Return The Joy To CHS" sticker, put a red circle with a line through it, and in big red bold letters over the previous text read "MOVE ON CHS." William, Joe, and myself came that morning to our classes wearing that new sticker. The three fucking rebels of the school vs the faculty of supporters. Our sticker movement didn't last more than 10 minutes in our first class, as the NARCs came to each one of us and made us take off our sticker and threw it in the trash. LOL fucking bastards....They made a new rule, only teachers can wear those stickers.

At about this time Mr. Vernon and Mrs Soto were relieved of their duty, and a new teacher would be coming in shortly. It was sad to see them go, but that's life I guess. I was also schedule to be interviewed by an investigator, but when it came time to take my interview, I was mysteriously never given my hall pass, and never allowed to do it. That was until I told my mother, who immediately phoned the school board to setup a special time for me to do my interview. When I finally got to do it, the investigator told me that on her sheet it was marked that I was already interviewed. Wow, the smells of collusion were already in the air. I answered all the investigators questions truthfully, and never heard from her again.

The teachers finally got smart, and decided to use plastic holders with a pin which they would then slip a paper that said "Return The Joy To CHS." They no longer wore stickers probably cuz they got dirty and you had to replace them everyday. Hilariously, I found one of the plastic holders in the trash after a teacher dumped them. I immediately grabbed it and took it out. This is where I would score my last revolt. I immediately got a white piece of Paper and wrote the following IN JAPANESE. "Boku wa unko ga suki desu." (I like poop) "boku wa mainichi geri wo suru ze~~~!" (Everyday I have diarrhea) "Boku wa unko wo taberu no ga dai suki desu." (I like to eat poop) This was the ultimate test, to see how suspicious the supporters were agianst me. I wore it to my history class where my fat ass teacher whose name escapes me at the moment, oh its Paulson that's right, Mr. Paulson spotted me wearing the tag. "What is that? come up here" and he told me to take it off. "No." He demanded I take it off. "NO!" So he physically took it off, and sent me to the principle. Keep in mind, he had NO IDEA what I had written there, but in his mind he assumed it was something against Kawamoto. Hysterically, William and Joe had nothing to do with this, but they still sent NARCs after them and searched their bags. I was now sitting in the principle's office where the vice principle held me. We still didn't have a principle you see. He sat me there, and asked me if I knew why I was here and what I had done wrong. "I did nothing wrong, Mr. Paulson is just dumb." I don't think that helped. "What does this say on here Mike?" he asked. "Well sir, it says (laughing) I like poop, everyday I have diarrhea, and I like to eat poop." He didn't believe me. He told me not to lie, and lying would only get me in more trouble. I told him it's the truth. So he summoned Mr. Kawai. He had to embarassingly explain to the vice principle what I had written. "It says... he likes to go #2" LOL!! So now he realized that he couldn't charge me with anything, so he said that he was going to take off demerits for swearing. WTF? "How did I swear?" He explained, "You said you like to eat shit." I explained to him that I didn't say shit in Japanese, I said poop. And futhermore there are no swear words in Japanese. I was let go completely untouchable.

Due to the school board doing something wrong in the process of removing Kawamoto, and since she had tenure she was unable to be fired, the bad news struck that Kawamoto would be returning to CHS. However, there was a catch. She would not be allowed to teach Japanese III and Japanese IV classes. (These classes had the majority of the students who testified against her, and also the classes that William and myself were in.) The rules stated that she could not teach them, nor be in the classroom during those periods. Mr. Kawai was fucking cool. During boring Japanese culture videos, William and I would sit in the back and make Japanese Porn sounds, and say porn dialogue to our teacher who would just laugh to tears and tell us to shut up.

Things looked better, but all would not be so well. Kawamoto would walk into our classroom during Japanese III and IV classes, sit in the back and stare at Mr. Kawai. Suddenly he became a puppet. Everyone in the classroom would be talking, but I would be the only one who would get introuble. Even if I wasn't talking, he'd point me out yell at me, and I could see what was happening. I was fucking pissed at Mr. Kawai then, but it wasn't until later that I understood. He had to give me hell, or Kawamoto would later give HIM hell. And if I were him, I would of done the same. It was pretty funny, because it spawned perhaps the funniest comment of my high school life. When Mr. Kawai yelled at me for talking again, when everyone was talking, I stood up and said "You hate me just because I'm MEXICAN!" The class and myself fell over in laughter, except for Kawai who was probably more pissed than ever. (The joke being that I look Mexican, even though I'm not.)

The final win for us came when it was the last 3 days to do our project oral presentation. The presentation had to be powerpoint, and we had to do this by bringing our powerpoint on a floppy disk. Now the computers we were using were MACs, and before our presentation, William and I put magnets on the disk, slammed it on the floor, ripped up the small cd inside so that we would be unable to do the presentation. When we put the disk in, the presentation showed on the monitor. FUCK! However, when we click start - you could hear the computer floppy disk start to moan, rattle, and go crazy. Suddenly, our information was not loading, and it never showed. We were given a chance to do it the next time. New disk, same result. Mr Kawai and Kawamoto felt that the already $2000 computers were broken, and they ordered a new one LOL!! Again, same result. We ran out of time, and William graduated and was gone, and we never had to do our presentation and we got As for it. LOL! Sit the fuck down mother fuckers!!!!!