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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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.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:39, Reply)
... 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.
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 12:39, Reply)
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