Knausensenteret - Before

I'm going to Knausensenteret tomorrow
fucking dread...
It's a psychiatric polyclinic, and last time I talked with a shrink... it didn't end well...

It's was after my friend commit suicide.
The shrink, sat there and acted unprofessionally.
He said "I understand you"

WTF do he understand?
Has he seen someone commit suicide in front of him?
NO! So how the fuck do he "understand" how I fucking feel?

It ended with that I totally fucked up his office, and the office lady had to called 911.
Since that, I haven't been to the shrink.

I have to deal with my grief on my own, it doesn't help that others say "it wasn't your fault", when I fail to think that way. So they let me skip the shrink, however, I had to provide a monthly report on how I was or feel.

Fair enough. Anything is better than one hour with shit talk.

Anyways, this time is about school. One of my teacher suspect me of having cheated on one exam.

I want to emphasize that the only basis for my teacher has a suspicion of cheating is that he
found that two of the four questions could not possibly be as similar ones on the sensor guide, unless I had used junk funds, otherwise I had to have a photographic memory.

The teacher had taken various exams that have been published previously, and put it into a new one.
I was lucky to have practiced on an exam booklet with two of the stated tasks.

Allow me to point out that the sensor guide for those old exams paper was published on Fronter where all of us students have access to practice for the exam.

I have argued, discussed and explained with the teacher and the school since February,
to prove my fucking innocence. But it doesn't look like any help.

The worst thing is that the character wasn't any good, it was only a D. If I really had cheated, I had at least focused on a B or a C at least....

But here I am, sitting with a headache, frustration and stress, and the one I trust and talk to aren't present, and give comfort or support either.

What a wonderful life...