I was the school wimp, in the various versions of school I attended.
However, on a couple of occasions I lost my cool, with astonishing results.

The first time was in a hippy primary school (prior weston in London) where we called the teachers by their first names, and as I remember, even they were scared of the school bully....

said bully, however picked on me one time too many. I leapt at him with probably no style or grace but quite a lot of the element of surprise. I think I was pretty much foaming at the mouth by the time the teachers hauled me bodily from his dead carcass. Well, not quite, but it felt like it. I had vague recollections of a vast crowd of kids all, for once, chanting my name. And best of all he was crying and had a bloody nose. He never went near me again. Result!!

The other time I remember wll was at Kingsbridge Comprehensive school in Devon. An ex grammar school with a few remaining pretensions. I got picked on a lot there. Finally one cocky kid tried to push me over one time too many in the cloakroom outside the school library.

Finding strength I didn't know I had, I picked him up by his ears, and smacking his head against a wall for emphasis on every word I bellowed:
"JUST" smack "BLOODY" smack "LEAVE" smack "ME" smack "ALONE!"

Of course, the teacher heard the noise and came out to investigate. My heart sank as I looked around to see the strictest and scariest teacher in school in the doorway. He called us both in to explain what on earth was going on.

My red mist receded, and I explained that I had just lost it after being picked on too many times that day.

The other kid said that he had tripped and accidentally fell onto me. He wasn't a very good liar....

I got off scot free, and he got detention for a week. Result!!

So kids - punching bullies is fun and works!
(teasus likes tea, Sat 11 Mar 2006, 15:58, Reply)