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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Being the coward I am...
...I was of course "friends" with the school bully, mainly because it meant less chance of getting beaten up yourself and also because it's always useful to have a psychotic 14 year old skinhead on your side. One memorable scuff resulted in some poor kid having his front tooth chipped off, before running in tears to the school nurse. The victim was far to scared to grass up his attackers... and so despite an impromptu assembly the missing tooth was never found.
That is, of course, because my skinheaded chum had spent the rest of the day going around with half a front tooth embedded in his knuckle - knowing full well that seeking medical attention would land him in a certain creek.
And they say they were the best days of your life...
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 15:17, Reply)
...I was of course "friends" with the school bully, mainly because it meant less chance of getting beaten up yourself and also because it's always useful to have a psychotic 14 year old skinhead on your side. One memorable scuff resulted in some poor kid having his front tooth chipped off, before running in tears to the school nurse. The victim was far to scared to grass up his attackers... and so despite an impromptu assembly the missing tooth was never found.
That is, of course, because my skinheaded chum had spent the rest of the day going around with half a front tooth embedded in his knuckle - knowing full well that seeking medical attention would land him in a certain creek.
And they say they were the best days of your life...
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 15:17, Reply)
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