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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Not directly involved, but,
in year 8 we were encouraged (forced) to run/walk a sponsored mile around the school grounds. We were told to come up with an original and interesting way to travel the mile, the more interesting the better, as we would get more sponsor money. Not being one to be out-done, I chose to walk the mile on my 3-ft high stilts. I walked most of the mile quite happily, surrounded by my mates, until in the last 200m, Scott Kilfoyle, notorious cunt, ran up to me threatening (for no apparent reason) to swipe my stilts out/trip me up. After a minute of dancing around me, he charged towards me, leg raised, ready to kick my legs out. Before he could make contact, my good mate Swanny (a big lad) smashed him in the shin, and only being on 1 leg at that exact moment, Scott fell swiftly on his face. The resounding thud was extremely satisfying, and Scott hobbled off with a hurt leg and presumably squashed nose.
Cheers Swanny!
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 18:36, Reply)
in year 8 we were encouraged (forced) to run/walk a sponsored mile around the school grounds. We were told to come up with an original and interesting way to travel the mile, the more interesting the better, as we would get more sponsor money. Not being one to be out-done, I chose to walk the mile on my 3-ft high stilts. I walked most of the mile quite happily, surrounded by my mates, until in the last 200m, Scott Kilfoyle, notorious cunt, ran up to me threatening (for no apparent reason) to swipe my stilts out/trip me up. After a minute of dancing around me, he charged towards me, leg raised, ready to kick my legs out. Before he could make contact, my good mate Swanny (a big lad) smashed him in the shin, and only being on 1 leg at that exact moment, Scott fell swiftly on his face. The resounding thud was extremely satisfying, and Scott hobbled off with a hurt leg and presumably squashed nose.
Cheers Swanny!
( , Fri 10 Mar 2006, 18:36, Reply)
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