It happened six years ago. The day I thought I would die. I still remember it to this day.
I walked into school like any other high school senior. I had gotten accepted into my dream college and was looking forward to passing the last few months of school being bored, pretending to work, and chatting my days away with my friends while we were still all in one place.
Instead, I was pulled into a separate room, to be interrogated.
“We have received an e-mail from your e-mail address that contains pictures of a document you didn’t have access to. We want to know what happened.”
I told them I didn’t know what they were talking about. That I hadn’t sent any e-mails. They refused to show me their copy of the e-mail. They only asked me if that was my e-mail address (it was).
They asked me if my final grades mattered for college. What college I was going to. If a phone call accusing me of fraud would make them revoke my admissions offer.
They pulled in every single other student in my class. Made several girls cry.
Parents came in, argued, threatened, all to no avail. The corrupt system was well defended.
Someone had hacked my e-mail address and sent an e-mail as if having been delivered from my address to the school principal and my homeroom teacher, as well as a few other students, containing pictures of a future test they had “found”.
For this, I was being punished.
I tried to prove my innocence – but the e-mail provider needed to have the original e-mail, and they refused to even let me see it, let alone have it.
I tried to bring a lawyer – they informed me that this was internal school business so the lawyer couldn’t interfere.
During those few months until I graduated, I experienced the most intense emotions. Fear, anger, fury, desperation, hope…