Pissing blood...
I was the newest kid at the school, a painfully shy skinny runt and one of only a couple of kids whose parents made them wear the non-compulsory school uniform.
I was therefore prime target material for the school bullies and dreaded every day there.
One lunchtime I was about to get a kicking when the maths teacher walked by. I told him what was happening and he told me to walk with him.
Out of earshot of the other kids he told me I was the new kid and to take the beatings and be done with it until another boy became the new kid. A bit shell-shocked I walked back to the playground on my own and without even thinking I picked out one of the 'hard kids' and beat the crap out of him. I think I was more surprised than him and my actions came more from frustration than bravado. His mates just stood and laughed at him as he cried.
I was now a cool kid and had a sudden reputation for being ‘hard’. I felt bloody invincible…until his much bigger brother and his mates ambushed me on the way home from school.
I pissed blood for days but I never got picked on again.

Ironically, I later saw the same maths teacher get beaten up by a student for picking on the students girlfriend. Jeremy Ladyman, I salute you!
(emadex thinks the world will end on, Sat 11 Mar 2006, 10:50, Reply)