TIFU by writing a 1984 essay that was mistaken as a suicide note

This happened in the school year but I am still wincing every time I think about what happened.

So, at the time, I was in an advanced 10th grade literature class that begin reading 1984 by George Orwell.

While in my veterinary class, I started writing a short summery of the chapter in which Orwell was describing how nobody could actually love or trust each other. However, the only paper I had on me was a sheet that my teacher handed back to us everyday but she never actually read it. I used the back of this paper to quickly jot down my thoughts and a rough draft of my summery, thinking that my teacher wouldn't mind. Well, I was wrong.

In the summery, I wrote about how eff'ed up the society was, that love and security were an illusion, and how Winston (the protagonist) felt responsible for the way his mother had died. It was messy and rough, really just a way to put my thoughts on paper.

I genuinely thought nothing of the blurb until the next day, when I arrived at the tech school. Half way through class, I was pulled out into the hallway and eventually escorted to the councilor's office. I must be honest, I was about ready to crap myself. It was horrifying, I had never gotten in trouble before, ever. When we arrived at his office, the councilor confronted my with the paper my first draft was on, the same piece of paper that my teacher had collected. He questioned me about my life and demanded an explanation of my supposed cry for help.

Both my teacher and councilor, apparently, didn't understand my references to the book and believed what I wrote was my actual opinion on actual society. They took it as the ramblings of a suicidal student, writing about how nobody loved them. Both of them didn't know if it was a suicide note, a confession, some kind of manifesto, or something else entirely.

By now, I was significantly less afraid and more so confused. When I was able to wrap my mind over it, I kind of started laughing. I think this actually scared the councilor even more, because he was still under the assumption I was depressed or, at least, disturbed.

I explained to him that it was just an essay draft and he didn't believe me! I guess he never read the book himself? It was just strange. He even had me pull up the completed, final draft of the summery on my laptop. After looking over it, a couple of other chapter summaries, and some more things generally relating to my book report, I think he finally believed me. He handed my back my computer and basically went "Whoopsies" before just walking away. ??? Like, what? I still struggle to grasp with what happened.

Especially since everything went back to normal right afterwards. Neither my teacher nor councilor ever mentioned it again. It was just bizarre how my teacher never mentioned anything to me. I'm just glad that I was able to back up that it was only supposed to be a 1984 essay.

TL;DR: My teacher thought that half of my essay for 1984 was actually a cry for help, leading to an awkward and horrifying long conversation with the councilor.