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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kung fu error
In year 11 at boarding school I was made dorm prefect of the year 9's dorm. Basically this meant I had to live in a small room inside the much bigger dorm and ensure that the kids were ok, but also behaved at night. Saturday mornings were dedicated to 'activities,' sport for those that way inclined, computer or model making club for others, but this was compulsory. The only positive to Saturdays was the 2 hour lay in allowed, unless you played for the football team, which, being a regular at computer club, I didn't.
Anyway, a number of the kids in my dorm did, and one morning seemed to forget that if they made a lot of noise, I would wake up and be really pissed off, and deal with them in a manner I saw fit. After the first warning most of them shut up, but one of them didn't, and after the third time I sent him to get dressed in the corridor because if he woke me up again I'd be less than impressed. Watched him leave, went back to bed and then heard the sound of the door closing as he re entered the room. This angered me. I waited untilhe was a good distance across the room before leaving my room, so he would not have an easy escape, and charged at him. He ran for the door, and, it looking like he was going to escape, I launched myself into a beautiful (I think) flying kick. There was a crack, and lots of blood, but unfortunately this was my blood, and the crack was my head denting the door frame. Was taken to hospital, missing my bastard lay in, my head was glued shut (whats wrong with stiches?) and to top it off, when I got back to school I was told off for leaving bloody hand prints on the wall and told to wash them off.
I like to think I taught that kid a lesson
( , Sun 12 Mar 2006, 1:55, Reply)
In year 11 at boarding school I was made dorm prefect of the year 9's dorm. Basically this meant I had to live in a small room inside the much bigger dorm and ensure that the kids were ok, but also behaved at night. Saturday mornings were dedicated to 'activities,' sport for those that way inclined, computer or model making club for others, but this was compulsory. The only positive to Saturdays was the 2 hour lay in allowed, unless you played for the football team, which, being a regular at computer club, I didn't.
Anyway, a number of the kids in my dorm did, and one morning seemed to forget that if they made a lot of noise, I would wake up and be really pissed off, and deal with them in a manner I saw fit. After the first warning most of them shut up, but one of them didn't, and after the third time I sent him to get dressed in the corridor because if he woke me up again I'd be less than impressed. Watched him leave, went back to bed and then heard the sound of the door closing as he re entered the room. This angered me. I waited untilhe was a good distance across the room before leaving my room, so he would not have an easy escape, and charged at him. He ran for the door, and, it looking like he was going to escape, I launched myself into a beautiful (I think) flying kick. There was a crack, and lots of blood, but unfortunately this was my blood, and the crack was my head denting the door frame. Was taken to hospital, missing my bastard lay in, my head was glued shut (whats wrong with stiches?) and to top it off, when I got back to school I was told off for leaving bloody hand prints on the wall and told to wash them off.
I like to think I taught that kid a lesson
( , Sun 12 Mar 2006, 1:55, Reply)
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