Slipknot got me suspended from school. What do I do?

Last week at my private school the teacher asked us who our favorite musician is. A few of us raised our hands excitedly but, of course, the teacher picked a jock in the front of the classroom. The stupid jock said "Definitely Drake or Carti (🤮)" and a popular girl spoke up after him and said Taylor Swift.

At this point I was getting snappy and the teacher chose another kid with his hand up before me. As the word 'Lil' crept out of his mouth, my anger exploded and I knew I had to say something.

"SHUT UP! EVERYONE JUST BE QUIET" I retorted as I slammed my hand against my desk. As the crowd's piercing eyes settled onto me, I shot a nasty glare at the girl who had brought up Taylor Swift.

"None of you know REAL music! None of you at all!" I vehemently announced. As I began to unravel the musicianship, cultural poignancy, and psychological significance of Iowa, my teacher marched to my seat and snarled: "You brat! Don't you have any decency to let your classmates speak without causing a scene? I'm tired of your shenanigans! Get ou-" I cut her off with a logical dilemma.

"You're an English teacher, shouldn't you welcome the high-level, intellectual feedback of your most talented and gifted students? You should be honored I make time to show up here.”

As she stood astonished, with a puzzled yet angered expression – I began to recite some of the most important and beautiful, magnificent songs of Slipknot’s Extremely masterful discography:

I did my time, and I want out. So effusive fade, it doesn't cut. The soul is not so vibrant. The reckoning, the sickening, packaging subversion, pseudo-sacrosanct perversion.

Intending to recite the entirety of Psychosocial, I closed my eyes and began singing and screaming like Corey Taylor. She shouted over my passionate expression of greatness for me to go down to the office "RiGhT NoW!!" Her voice was shaking and her legs were quaking.

Not thinking, I shouted back, with my best Corey impression: "Go drill your deserts, go dig your graves. Then fill your mouth with all the money you will save. Sinking in, getting smaller again. I'm done, it has begun, I'm not the only one." and time seemed to stop. I felt the eyes of my classmates with daggers of judgement stepping through. In all honesty, I became emotional.

Not knowing what to do or say, I whispered under my breath: "And the rain will kill us all, throw ourselves against the wall. But no one else can see the preservation of the martyr in me." and sprinted outside to the parking lot, which reminded me of Pulse of the Maggots from Vol 3: The Subliminal Verses, it really felt like the spirit of Corey was right there beside me, telling me to run.

Long story short, I was 10 days of out of school suspension even though I explained everything to the princ***l. I guess not everybody is as enlightened and smart as I had hoped they'd be…