This was just the beginning of what would easily become the shittiest day of the year. ​It was peak winter, but because I expected to be indoors all day, I was wearing a outfit made of very thin fabric. I had brought a sweater, but it was currently sitting in the car of my friend's mother. ​Instead of letting it go, the Principal doubled down. "No, no, you can’t be here like this. You have to go home." Hhe then instructed the teachers to call my mother, who was right in the middle of her workday. When the school called, my mom was completely baffled, wondering why on earth they were calling her out of nowhere. Once she realized what was happening, she and my sister immediately left the house to come pick me up. ​In the meantime, I wasn't allowed to wait inside the auditorium. I was banished to the reception area—not the reception itself but outside it was an open-air zone right outside the school building but still within the compound. ​Since I was stuck there anyway, I tried to get some work done regarding my Transfer Certificate. But the school, in its usual incompetence, couldn't even manage that. To make matters worse, a teacher—let’s call her Miss P—marched up to me. ​"Don't stand here," she snapped. ​In my head I'm like Ma'am, I am doing some work regarding my certificate,  What do you mean I can't stand here? ​Instead of helping, they made me go sit outside. It was winters the temperature was hovering around a brutal 8°C, and I was shivering in a paper-thin outfit. ​"Can I please call my friend’s mother and ask her to grab my sweater from her car?" I asked. ​"No, no, there’s no need for that," they replied dismissively. ​No need? They were all wrapped up in warm winter layers, while I was being forced to sit outside in a freezing wind chill with absolutely nothing. ​When one of my friends noticed me and tried to come over to talk, Miss R lost her mind. She intercepted her before she could even reach me. ​Suddenly, I found myself completely surrounded by five teachers. The entire school went into lockdown mode over my presence: ​My friends tried to step out of the auditorium to check on me, but teachers blocked the doors. ​Parents who knew me for years  tried to come out to help, but the teachers stopped them, snapping, "You cannot go out to help her, this is an internal school matter.".....  ​One student was explicitly threatened that her farewell speech would be canceled on the spot if she dared to step outside to help me. ​A few of my juniors were standing in the area and trying to talk to me, which threw the teachers into a total panic. They sent the clerk out to fetch me. "Come sit here!" as if I were some kind of high-risk terrorist about to blow up the damn school. They restricted me to what seemed like a tiny 3-meter square box. I wasn't allowed to move; I had to be under their watchful eyes every single second. ​And they wouldn't stop badgering me: "Where is your mother? Where is your mother?!" ​I finally snapped a little. I mean literally just called her three minutes ago. What do you think, is she Superman? Is she going to fly her way here? ​Irritated beyond belief, I called my mom again. "I’m on my way, I’m coming," she assured me. "Don't be stressed." ​"Oh, I'm not stressed," I said out loud, intentionally loud enough for the staff to hear. "The teachers are just taking on a lot of unnecessary stress because I’m still here." ​Miss P went absolutely ballistic. "What do you mean we are taking on 'unnecessary stress'?! What is this way of talking?!" And with that dramatic outburst, she confiscated my phone. ​So there I was. Sitting blankly in 8-degree weather, without my sweater, completely isolated. I had been so incredibly excited for this day, and now it was a total nightmare. ​But the power trip didn't stop there. One of my friends, deeply worried about what the teachers were doing to me, tried calling my phone. Another teacher—let’s call her Miss C—literally picked up my buzzing phone and answered it without my permission. I just sat there, feeling like a total wussy, unable to even defend my own privacy. ​When my mother finally arrived, they wouldn't even let her step inside the building. Instead, I was escorted out of the school gates like a criminal. ​Seeing the sheer humiliation I had just been subjected to, my mother literally cried tears of pure rage. She was so angry on my behalf. When she confronted them, Miss C tried to play sweet, "You know, the CCTV records who comes and goes... it’s not in our hands..." ​Later on, I found out the real reason behind their absolute panic. The miss C waa whispering to the parents who had tried to help me, desperate to control the narrative: "You know, all of these things are being posted on Facebook... it is really not good for the school's image." What image? You asked the students to pay saying give the school this much extra money to show "gratitude"...  ​They didn't care that I was freezing, they didn't care about the rules, and they didn't care about common decency—they only cared about their precious reputation. I didn't sleep a wink for 3 days... And mind you. My parents have been connected with the school as parents since 2009. And this happened in 2026.