A fight with Jerry Springer

Ah yes, fifth grade. Ourside recess (playtime) on a nice spring day.
Me - average size for being 12 but I picked a fight with a foul mouthed, selfish, much smaller than me little shit named Jerry Springer - same name, but not the same person. I honestly thought I could take him easily. The fight involved the possession of a kickball and it consisted of only one punch. His.
I bled all the way to the school office as I held onto my nose with both hand and held back my tears. On the way back to my classroom I can still see the janitor with his mop cleaning my blood from the hallway floors. It's all ok because I like to tell myself that Jerry Springer is probably incarcerated now...
(xianstudio, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:19, Reply)

Caught on camera
Never, and I mean never, get into a fight with a physics geek.



biggedy

A picture's a thousand words, so apologies for the length...of my willy!
( TK-421 wasn't at his post on, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:18, Reply)

I don't know where to start
My school was sooo damn rough, it would be impossible to include even 3% of the fights I have had the pleasure to whitness. Fortunatly for me, I was able to include myself amongst the rugby/football dicks (whose morals were in the right place - but braun was by far more powerful than their brains) I therefore managed to avoid any fights directed at myself, due to my "friend of the people" attitude.
Anyway, by far the best fight I ever saw wasn't long after starting High School, on my way home we over heard a group of kids shouting (egging on - as the teachers liked to refer to it - this was apparently as bad as being involved in the fight according to them... I to this day, disagree.) Anyway, 2 girls on a playing field - a lot older than me at the time, and therefore well endowed in the chest region. It was great!, I'm sure you can imagine. Clothing flying high, these pair were literally left with nothing but their skirts on (and rolling around on the floor, they might as well have not been wearing skirts) a cut lip and a bloody nose later, they scrambled to gather their clothes up realising that the people "egging" on were no longer there for the fight, more for the pornographic imagery a child under the age of 18 found near impossible to get hold of.

Oh happy days...
(HairyBaldy, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:16, Reply)

Very, very uncool
Being tiny but not disliked at school and not really given to violence I only ever had one fight at school, and with (of course), my best friend (nick-name: Joe 90).

Cannot for the life of me remember what caused the rift, but come lunchtime we were in the tennis courts lightly hitting each other on the chest. It heated up a bit and he ran with me after him, he jumped the tennis net and me, being a short-arse, thought to gain on him by pushing off the top of the net instead of clearing it in one bound...

...don't try it kids. The net was not very taught and flew away behind me causing me to virtually head-butt the ground. I wouldn't have minded so much if there wasn't a decent crowd standing around pissing themeselves laughing.

Ah well, happy days.

Che
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:09, Reply)

Siblings + school = .....
My Sister hit me in the head with a baseball bat. It hurt alot, but with the law of the playground stating I couldn't hit girls I had to get inventive.

I waited till we got home, then did the bucket of water balanced on top of a door trick. Except I replaced the bucket of water with a paint can filled with clay. That'll learn her.

She didn't like it very much, I didn't like the bollocking I got, and no one liked listening to me trying to justify my actions with tales of baseball bats.

Talk about double standards.
(ralphseviltwin, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:02, Reply)

Crazy Music Teacher
Our class was rather unruly to say the least, deliquents, weirdo's, druggies and some studious types as well (me).
in year 8 we had a new music teacher Miss Carr, she looked like a tramp and cried when we wouldn't shut up, she made us sand paper the desks, after about 2 mins of this we eventually started pelting her with all sorts of class, one thing being a compass, which got embedded in to her skull. She never came back.
(wormeater, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:59, Reply)

Cheating
My career of school fights is somewhat tainted by the fact i cheated in both of them. Aged 6 i used a large stick in a playground fight (and subsequently got detention after one of the teachers saw it...although i did win the fight) and aged 11 i eschewed punches and proper fighting skills for poking him in the eyes (i'd seen someone do it on telly a couple of night before).
(Covered In Bees, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:59, Reply)

Floats like a butterfly, shits like a baby...
It’s a Wednesday afternoon and there’s a-rumbin’ in the school playground. The rumour has gone round that one of the J4 boys (that’s year 6 in new money) is a bit of an expert at Karate. A senior boy strolls over like a scene from High Noon and challenges him to a fight, mano a mano. The junior boy, let’s call him Stu (for, predictably, that was his name) refuses. The older boy challenges him again, using the time honoured method of questioning his sexuality, parentage and mother’s nocturnal habits. Again, brave Stu refuses. The older boy cracks and in a moment of madness wrestles Stu to the ground. A cry goes up… then the older boy jumps off the heap of child he’s attacked, with a look of puzzlement and disgust on his face… The unmistakable smell of shit fills the air…

Turns out Stu had been quite good at Karate, until a bowel problem had meant that he’d had to have a colostomy bag fitted, which had burst when the other lad had decked him, spilling its contents everywhere.

He was known as ‘Pooey Stuey’ from that day forth, and, as far as I know, probably still is.

Apologies for odour.

EDIT: I've just realised that he, quite literally, had the shit kicked out of him... Honk!
(Rakky, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:58, Reply)

undefeated 2-0 lifetime
I have a lifetime undefeated record. I fought this Indian kid, Percy in grade 5. His dad was bought to Queensland to be the spin bowling trump. Percy found his purple propelling pencil in my posession. The pencil was used to my advantage in the fight. Hatred ensued. I kept the pencil with my other secret stuff under my bed. My last fight was in 1996 and was an epic tussle in which I actually had to hold my mate up to land one on him so intoxicated were we.
(rodgerroop, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:42, Reply)

teacher?
we had a teacher at school who was bit unorthodox. He was everyones favourite teacher, and was quite matey with the class but he didnt take any shit. He could aim with pinpoint precision, board rubbers, bunches of keys and his favourite - the bit of chalk he was using, right at your head if you were titting about.

One class me and my mate were giving each other dead legs, he bollocked us and made us stand at the front of the class. Then told us for the rest of the lesson we were to have a fight. Everyone laughed, but of course he wasnt joking.
He even divided the class as 'supporters' for the individual pugilists. Initially we refused, but somehow he managed to get us both riled with the other, even shouting 'Come on, FIGHT!' and 'Punch harder!' and we began pushing, then shoving then the first punch was thrown and we were off. The whole class was cheering their own allocated fighter. It started to get pretty vicious, and we were both waiting for the teacher to call and end to the precedings, but he just kept checking his watch. Desks went flying, blood was spilt, then the bell went. He just picked up his things and walked off for lunch. He didnt need to mention it again. It went down in year folklore, but strangely no one who was in that class ever had a fight again, maybe he'd made a point about the fruitlessness of fighting, maybe no one wanted to be humiliated in that way. Who knows.

FOOTNOTE
After one summer break he never came back, allegedly he had touched up some 3rd yr girl.
(balboa, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:36, Reply)

my 'school' mate
accused me of stealing his plankton so i bit one of his fins off.


then again, i am a humpbacked whale
(nappy rash, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:28, Reply)

never fought at school
nope, never had a fight at school. tried to start one once with a friend of mine but nothing ever came of it. i was too much of a goody goody :)
few teachers have got into trouble for it though. mr.wilding or wild thing as we used to call him, tried to break up a massive fight with kids in year 9 and retard college boys (who also catch their buses home at same time as ours did). college boys attacked mr. wild-thing, mr.wild-thing hits back and there you go, mr.wild-thing sacked.
mr. huw jones, maths. girl in my year had him pinned up against a wall with her hands round his neck. she was a beast.
several kids threw chairs at teachers but don't remember any details really.
(CathT, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:27, Reply)

you wouldn't think this happens in Surrey
My old school had a long-running feud with another school nearby. One day, some kid from another school pushed another girl at the bus stop. As with all great wars, all it took was a simple gesture of aggression to kick it all off BIG TIME.

It culminated in an ENTIRE SCHOOL (with sticks, bottles, pipes etc.) arriving at one end of a wide residential street, and the OTHER SCHOOL at the other, with much of the same.

Apparently, a resident rang the police to report "kids having a riot".

They eventually had to get fire engines to hose everyone down and disperse.

Fantastic.
(niceandwarmandhot vive la résistance, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:21, Reply)

not really that exciting
But I tried once to punch a girl in primary school. I missed (well, I wouldn't have if she'd stayed still and let me hit her like a good little scrubber) and punched at full force the wall of the portakabin, which was handily covered in that gravel stuff. When I flexed my finger you could see the bone- that was cool.

I now have a scar on my finger that looks like the x you use in algebra. The one that's more like two back to back cs as opposed to an actual x.

Apart from that a boy called Craig once threw me down some concrete stairs, fracturing my elbow. So I came in the next day and twatted him over the head with the big cast they gave me. Strike me down and I shall become more powerful than you can ever imagine.

My school life was so uneventful.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:21, Reply)

My history teacher
Top bloke. Looked just like an oversized garden gnome. Best teacher I ever had.

The queue for the canteen was a prime fight location due to a number of factors:

1 - Said canteen was manned by sulky, menopausal dinnerladies with a limited command of the English language so ordering your food wasn't exactly a speedy process.

2 - Everybody wanted chips, not just because we were a bunch of salad-dodging lardarses but because they were the only thing available that was unlikely to give you E-coli. Therefore there were long pauses as chip supplies were replenished.

3 - Boredom + testosterone = fights

One day, an enormous black Year 10 boy began pummelling a small Year 8 boy for no apparent reason. He was hauled out of the line and given a 5 star bollocking by the aforementioned history teacher, whereupon in true Ali G style he tried his luck with the immortal line, "Is it because I'm black?"

Without missing a beat, the teacher yelled back, "NO - IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE BLOODY UGLY!"
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:18, Reply)

beastie...
..i have the same problem as you, and again luckily haven't lost it in a while(he says currently with a broken hand for hitting a wall)!

still have some good ones from school..
1.some chavvy twat future druggie delinquents decided to gang up and rugby tackle me into a desk.i promptly twatted 1 of them over the head with a giant wooden stool....que teacher walking in "oh..erm..he probably deserved it" wicked!

then theres the time id told this idiot several times to STOP HITTING ME IN THE BACK in a lesson..and "warned" him...neither of us knowing entirely what this meant..he did it again. turns out i gave him ink poisoning by embedding and old fountain pen in his leg!

ahh....such a normal life!
*pop goes the board*
(lithium, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:14, Reply)

He deserved it!
I was quite 'big boned' while at school, plus played alot of rugby so was quite a bit stronger than I thought I was. Anyway this guy half my size decided I had stolen his lunch/girlfriend/pencil/fags (can't remember) and starts having a go.

He started punching me in the arm, junior school dead arm style. When this had no affect he got more irrate and moved on to trying to hit my face and kick me.

By this point I had had enough and shoved him off me. He fell on the floor, but before he could get up the teacher on duty runs over and starts shouting at me.

I was sent to the headmaster, was suspended (albeit for only three days), had letters written to parents and was made to apologise to the guy in assembly in front of the whole school. As a 14-year-old I found this a little harsh for pushing some kid over.

I suppose I should mention the kid had lukemia, had just finished radiotherapy and was waiting for his hair to grow back. Didn't make him any less annoying!
(enig-mat-ic!, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:13, Reply)

Dont fight gypsies you will never win.
As I have mentioned in previous a post I used to live in the country and there was/is quite a vast Gypsies population.
One family actually upgraded themselves into a bonafide house and sent their children to school. Shocking I know.

The youngest boy was a year below me, then there was one in my year and twins two years above me.

Now the youngest was a horrible little cunt right mouthy bastard and would steal your shadow given half a chance.
One day after school I caught him trying to break the lock on my Bike, so being the reasonable fellow I am I beat the shit out of him.
That was my first mistake of the day.
An hour after I get home the Brother the same age as me called round screaming and shouting in his pleasent romany tones that "I lookin for trouble if I touch his brather Again"
I tried to inform him that I only hit him because He was after my bike.
This was the second mistake.
cue shouts of "are ya calling us thieves?"
while shoving me.
the second fight of the day then happened and getting the upper hand after a tussle I kicked him in the face as hard as I could, knocking him out.
This was the third mistake of the day.
Feeling rather guilty I helped him home, now at the time he was ok and had taken being beaten up very well even going as far as saying he was going to whip his little bra.
Trusting a Gypsie the final and possibly the most stupid mistake of the day.

Riding my bike to school the next day the twins jumped me, knocked me off my bike with a log/baseball bat, Beat the living shit out of me, emptied my bag into the stream and had my bike away.
the bastards.
(Barry Chuckle has gone out in the thong to feed the pigeons, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:10, Reply)

Being a geek as a kid...
...and I mean full-on spod, rather than the stealth geek* status I have now, I attended a pretty rough state school and so was singled out for bullying here and there.

Thing is, I had been training in Shotokan with my mum and stepdad on-and-off for years (they taught it up to 4 evenings per week back then) so my antagonists usually had a pretty frustrating time of it, followed by a surprise. Let me explain; if I couldn't extract myself with either reason, humour or flight, then when things really deteriorated I would be able to block about 9 out of 10 blows directed at me. This was extremely useful but I couldn't really strike back. The problem there was that I had developed a habit from sparring at the club of pulling my own attacks back to eliminate the harm they would otherwise do. I had become prodigiously skilful at this because I hated, and still hate hurting people when it comes down to it.

So, when an opportunity came to strike out at my nemesis-for-the-day, I would land a blow that they would barely see coming but pull it so that it landed as soft as a kiss. The idea was to make it clear that if I had wanted to I could have sparked them (at least to them - if I'd let it be known that I couldn't actually bring myself to hurt them then I would have been in a world of hurt every day thereafter). Enough to earn the point, so to speak. Most of them were smart enough to work this out - the shock on some of thier faces was as satisfying as if I had decked them. They usually never bothered me again. Sadly some of them were just too stupid to grasp this/get bored with the limited hitrate and so carried on with the added bonus of saying that I hit like a poof. All in all I took a couple of kickings but I wasn't a slave to them - can't ask for more than that, I suppose, considering where I was.

I've filled out a bit in my adulthood and my formative years running with scallies has given my countenance and bearing a faint "just don't" flavour, as well as curing my old habit of holding back, so I don't happen across much trouble now. Suits me just fine. All the same though, I always wished I could do it like my stepdad but I didn't and probably never will have his physical strength. Quick-as-a-flash, my stepdad can land a body blow that can send someone flying, but instead of watching them sail away through the air he can actually catch them before they pass out of reach, hold them right there for a second or two and then carefully place them back on thier feet whilst they goggle in disbelief**. Now that, my friends, is a cup that runneth over in terms of both rock-bastard-hardness and style. Chuck Norris has fuck-all :D

* See jonc101.tripod.com/geeks/stelthgk.htm for a definition.
** Oh yes indeed, the man has chi. He's gone 60 years old now and he can still fucking do it - he demo'd this move to some of my mum's high school students a couple of years ago during a PE lesson, and a few other moves besides. He truly is going to be one of those wizened old men from kung fu movies who can kick your arse using just two toes, one thumb and his eyebrows.

EDIT - Of course, there was a time or two when I was floored during these and other altercations, and with my learned techniques depending mostly on being on my feet, at that point I was pretty much fucked. My advice to anyone taking up a martial art for defence is to choose a school where they teach you some groundwork as well so you don't get beasted if you find yourself on your arse - martial arts have rules, but brawling doesn't.

Apologies for length and complexity - been writing reports all week :)
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:10, Reply)

At ten years old...
His name was Matthew Points-Right. I was the 'Cambodian Scrum Half' in the school rugby team. He was... bigger. He pushed me, I pushed him. He hit me. A small tear welled up in my eye and I skulked off. Cue fwd five years and the walk to school. Every day I'd pass a gang from a rival school. Every day I'd try and knock the same guy's bag off his shoulder and he would do the same with increasing menace as the days went by until... I administered a killer barge knocking him into the bushes. He said "Right.." and removed his blazer. I took mine off. He punched me. I thought, fuck that hurt, put my blazer back on and carried on walking. Can you see a pattern?
(chuntymudflap, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 13:03, Reply)

on teh same subject...
In 4th year me and my friends really got into the skatepunk scene, playing together in a band, hanging out and skateboarding at the park after school. It was great to be unique, different from the rest of our peers - kev and sharon types unable to empathise with our anti vengaboys views and hardcore clothes.

However.

There was a group of kids two years above us who had got there first.

With a much cooler than thou thing going on, their green hair was spikier and attitude more punkier than ours. Their band was better, and their girlfriends nicer. We probably acted like little rasclaarts to be fair, and there was an intense rivalry between us all about who got to be the too cool for school punks and rule the studded belt hemisphere.

Time went on, we did band showcases with them, started going to the same bars and clubs even shared girlfriends, (though not at the same time.) An uneasy truce was in place.

That peace soon deteriorated and tensions began to flare up through individual arguments and rumours. People started backing their mates and the whole thing resurfaced.

Forward to a Saturday night upstairs at Edwards Rock Club. Everyone from the two groups are in there.

And it all kicked off. The bouncers threw most of us out on to the street where it turned into a free for all. No tickets or popcorn thank you very much everyone was in. The biggest of their group got clouted with a piece of brick by the hardest of our group. One of those Western bar saloon fights. Even the hanger ons were joining in, and girls catfighting.

My what a spectacle! Someone called the Old Bill and everyone split. We talked about it for months and it still flares up every now and then nine years later. Legendary!
( prem1um is full of life, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:59, Reply)

I never really fought at school
I wasn't really involved in any memorable fights, at school, but I saw a few..

In one, two friends of mine were fighting. One, well, wasn't so much fighting as having the crap beaten out of him.

One of my other friends was smashing this guy's head against the window. A teacher walked up. We all expected to get told off for fighting (a crowd were watching).

Anyhow, the teacher walked up, took one look at the situation and told the boy who was having his head repeatedly hit on the window frame off for bleeding all over the carpet, and he should be fighting outside.
(Ok, I'll get me coat, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:59, Reply)

Why are you doing this?
When I was attacked at school I followed correct procedure and said I would "tell". My assailant then waltzed around the playground with me singing "I'll tell, I'll tell".

Ultimately I won though, by crying and pleading "why are you doing this to me?". Nobody hit me again, for fear of their hands getting poisoned with gay.

I won't say how old I was, you'll start talking about me.
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:55, Reply)

Reading some more of these have reminded me of a few.
These ones didn't happen to me but I was very close to the first one.

I used to know a lad in high school that was a bit of a nutter. He was really into The Highlander and was convinced he was from the clan McCleod. Despite being half cast. He also used to constantly worry a couple of girls in the year who had older boyfriends. We were in fith year at the time (or year eleven as it's known now) so these boyfriends weren't in school. One day one of the girls had had enough and told her boyfriend that this lad wouldn't stop pestering her. So he came in, with a mate. He walked right up to the lad and the conversation went something like this "Have you been pestering my missus?" "No" "Well she says you have" "No" "Say no one more time an I'll twat you" "No, no, no, no". So a swift kicking was delivered and the lad hit the deck. A few of us were watching this interestedly pondering whether or not to give these blokes a kicking since despite the lad being a nutter and a bit weird we all sort of got on with him.
The blokes that had come in to give him a kicking were just leaving the school grounds when the lad jumps up off the ground and screams. "I am IMMORTAL!" We all fell about laughing. The older lads turned around and obviously thought about coming back in to finish the job. But once they saw how many of us were now there and that they'd probably get themselves a kicking they went on their way. It didn't stop the lad pestering the girls. But the "I am IMMORTAL!" line went down in folklore.

The next tale I was told about a month ago by my mum.

My mum works with a woman who has lovely little 4 year old daughter who is at pre-school. The other day the school phoned her up to ask her and her husband to come in to discuss matters that couldn't be talked about over the phone. So they went off to the school to be told that their daughter had finally lost it with some little lad that had been bullying everyone and had give him a swift kick right between the legs. Just had daddy had taught her to do. :) The lad had to spend a night in observation at the hospital and his family were none to happy. Demanding expulsion for the little girl. The school actually suspended her for two days but nothing was ever done before hand about the lads bullying. Which many parents had complained about previously. It would seem that he got his just desserts in the end though. :)
( Evil Bastardo, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:55, Reply)

al went black...
oh, the idea that all went black so appealed to me - the psycho kid who couldn't be knocked out. I think the worst has being hit full on in the side of the head with a tennis racquet and not being knocked out. Then there was the time that I got bashed with a skateboard and failed to get knocked out by that. And the chair - oh, the wooden school chair. Oh dear. And you'd think the anethistist would believe me when I'm there on the operating theatre table saying "no, I really really don't knock out that well - trust me on this."
( Frumbert has no sig, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:50, Reply)

Who won?
In the lunch queue, in 1st year High School, some kid started picking on me. I can't remember quite what it was about, I don't remember his name. I do remember his bad mullet.
We had a bit of verbal and sort of scuffled about - each holding onto each other's elbows and leaning away to avoid kicks to the balls... There were a few punches and kicks, but we broke apart when the teachers came and the queue moved.
Then, after lunch, he came and found me again. Similar grappling, kicking and punching ensued. A big crowd gathered - you know: "Fight fight fight fight!" - when either of us went down we got kicked and stomped on till we managed to get up. I managed to get in my trademark punch to the stomach, elbow to the back and neck, kick in the balls a few times (I have pointy elbows), and he managed to drag me onto the deck for a kicking a few times. Some teachers arrived and everyone scattered.
Finally, a few minutes later, he turned up again. More punches. More crowd. Me dragged to the floor, him and the crowd laying in with the kicks. Some mate pulled me up. I managed to get hold of my foe and boot his balls over and over till he was crying and curled up.

I won a fight! It was the first time ever.

Standing up against a wall, my shirt out, face bruised and a little bloody, dusty, panting and a bit tear-stained, I was found by my form tutor who had come to see what was going on.

"Who did it, NoCake? Tell me who it was and I'll go to their form tutor."

I looked so bad, he assumed I'd lost. I smiled and said I was okay, ta.
( no cake for the impuritay Patrick Stewart hasn't aged since, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:43, Reply)

watch who you...
...mess with.

9 years old. first snow of the year. snowball fight, chucked a particularly icey one at a little twunt called mark mazure in the year below.

twunt runs off and gets his older brother, robert, who promptly kicked the shit out of me.

these wannabe kray twins go on to terroize the whole school before they eventually get kicked out.

fast forward a few years and they are both inside for murder and hit and run. not only that, rumour has it the thick twats actually stabbed the wrong person.

no joke.
( ExactlyHowLongDoIHaveToBeHere, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:41, Reply)

I used to be the quiet kid...
... but I have a temper (thankfully, I haven't lost it in years now)

Other kids would try to bully me... and I'd just flip out. Hit them with whatever I was holding... bunch of keys, excersise book... briefcase (mum made me carry it). Eventually I'd calm down again and carry on as if nothing had happened.

One time I got into a fight on the last day of term with the tough kid from our class... Our punishment was to stay behind and swap all the tables from room 102 with room 7 (opposite ends of the school... on different floors)

We had a great laugh surfing the upturned tables down the stairs (hey... at that time of day even the teachers had buggered off home)

Length? Girth? Didn't even touch the sides mate... like a pork sausage in the channel tunnel.
( Beastie is doing science with his arse, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:39, Reply)

A Fight in the Library.
There was this very annoying girl in Sixth Form called Jodie. Hello Jodie, if you're reading this.
We worked in the school library with a couple of other girls and she regularly irritated me by being 'hyper'.
On one of these occasions I was in a very bad mood and she insisted on stamping me with the date stamp. Over, and over again.
"Stop it, Jodie", I said, politely, "No, really stop it. Stop it now. NOW. JODIE". But she still continued.
So I stood up, shouted "For FUCK'S SAKE!" and hit her. Rather hard. She was a tiny weeny anorexic type person.
Anyway, my headteacher empathised (especially with my ink-stained face and arms) and only suspended me for the afternoon.
But word got around school that afternoon that I had been expelled.
The look on their faces when I rolled up the next day was one I wish I could have photographed. She never annoyed me again.
( CaroWallis, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:36, Reply)