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 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...
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:19, Reply)
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...
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 14:19, Reply)
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