Born a Crime

said he was going to beat me up,
and I brought one of my knives to
school. I wasn’t going to use it; I
just wanted to have it. The school
didn’t care. That was the last straw
for them. I wasn’t expelled, exactly.
The principal sat me down and said,
“Trevor, we can expel you. You need
to think hard about whether you
really want to be at Maryvale next
year.” I think he thought he was
giving me an ultimatum that would
get me to shape up. But I felt like he
was offering me an out, and I took
it. “No,” I told him, “I don’t want to
be here.” And that was the end of
Catholic school.