School fights
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
I don't remember much of the fight - it'd been building for weeks, petty things, knocking over my stuff, calling names - but it didn't last long... He hit me, I hit him, then *whack* he connected with my jaw and it all went black.
Coming round, surrounded by some friends, it was apparently "really cool". All I know is my head hurt. A lot.
Tell us about the legendary fights at school.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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Legendary? More like Leg-End-Dairy.
I got a black eye off a girl when I was about seven. It was most embarassing. We were playing hop scotch or something and we bumped into each other. She just lamped me. I couldn't hit her back as we all know that blokes can't hit girls. So I had to go home with a note to my parents saying why I had a black eye. My very hard and well respected older brother wanted me to regain my pride so dragged me out of the house and forced me to start a fight with an older kid I was friends with. He beat the crap out of me aswell. And I think it was then that my brother realised that the family name was very shakily balanced on my shoulders. :)
Still, all's well that ends well. I grew into a big bugger and when pushed in secondary school I soon lost it and showed people why you really shouldn't wind people who are bigger than you up. I wasn't a bully, infact far from it, I just don't take much crap off people.
One of my fondest memories of school was during GCSE's. My best mate was a lad called Lamby, we were both into grunge at the time. I was just t-shirt wearer but lamby went the whole hog with the hair etc. The trendies took offence to this so he used to get pushed around a bit. Which was out of order as Lamby wouldn't hurt a fly. It was after the last exam though that they decided to take things further since there'd be little the school could do. I was hanging around in a class with a teacher I played rugby with when a lad crashed in shouting 'sir, sir, x,y, and z* have got lamby in the sports hall and are battering him'. He legged it out of the door but knowing my friendship with Lamby he locked me in the class room. The swine! :) So I climbed out of the window and legged it there myself. My young legs and the window exit giving me a short cut made sure I got there first. And I beat the living crap out of all of them. I even gave a few people who should have known better who were in the baying crowd a slap aswell.
It was a top day. Exams were over, school was over, and small minded, small town idiots had got what they deserved.
Lamby and I lost touch soon after as you tend to do once school finishes.
*And I can't remember for the life of me what their names were.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 11:47, Reply)
I got a black eye off a girl when I was about seven. It was most embarassing. We were playing hop scotch or something and we bumped into each other. She just lamped me. I couldn't hit her back as we all know that blokes can't hit girls. So I had to go home with a note to my parents saying why I had a black eye. My very hard and well respected older brother wanted me to regain my pride so dragged me out of the house and forced me to start a fight with an older kid I was friends with. He beat the crap out of me aswell. And I think it was then that my brother realised that the family name was very shakily balanced on my shoulders. :)
Still, all's well that ends well. I grew into a big bugger and when pushed in secondary school I soon lost it and showed people why you really shouldn't wind people who are bigger than you up. I wasn't a bully, infact far from it, I just don't take much crap off people.
One of my fondest memories of school was during GCSE's. My best mate was a lad called Lamby, we were both into grunge at the time. I was just t-shirt wearer but lamby went the whole hog with the hair etc. The trendies took offence to this so he used to get pushed around a bit. Which was out of order as Lamby wouldn't hurt a fly. It was after the last exam though that they decided to take things further since there'd be little the school could do. I was hanging around in a class with a teacher I played rugby with when a lad crashed in shouting 'sir, sir, x,y, and z* have got lamby in the sports hall and are battering him'. He legged it out of the door but knowing my friendship with Lamby he locked me in the class room. The swine! :) So I climbed out of the window and legged it there myself. My young legs and the window exit giving me a short cut made sure I got there first. And I beat the living crap out of all of them. I even gave a few people who should have known better who were in the baying crowd a slap aswell.
It was a top day. Exams were over, school was over, and small minded, small town idiots had got what they deserved.
Lamby and I lost touch soon after as you tend to do once school finishes.
*And I can't remember for the life of me what their names were.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 11:47, Reply)
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