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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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.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:36, Reply)
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.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:36, Reply)
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