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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That'll teach you...
This was not me, but my brother, who at the age of 15 was an unstable, cider drinking, skunk smoking, hoodie wearing yob. You know, your typical teenager.
He battered some rugby player two years his senior because of some fuss over my brothers current girlfriend, and fairly inevitably parents were called in to discuss the matter.
My mother, middle class hippy that she is (bear in mind this is Totnes, the world capital of middle class hippies), was terribly upset about all of this, but still couldn't bring herself to be confrontational about it.
Anyway, my mother apologises, my brother refuses to communicate with whole words. The father however, is quite happy to bollock his son (who has just been beaten up by someone two years his junior), for "being stupid enough to mess around with another man's woman", and tell him he only got what he deserved...
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 10:49, Reply)
This was not me, but my brother, who at the age of 15 was an unstable, cider drinking, skunk smoking, hoodie wearing yob. You know, your typical teenager.
He battered some rugby player two years his senior because of some fuss over my brothers current girlfriend, and fairly inevitably parents were called in to discuss the matter.
My mother, middle class hippy that she is (bear in mind this is Totnes, the world capital of middle class hippies), was terribly upset about all of this, but still couldn't bring herself to be confrontational about it.
Anyway, my mother apologises, my brother refuses to communicate with whole words. The father however, is quite happy to bollock his son (who has just been beaten up by someone two years his junior), for "being stupid enough to mess around with another man's woman", and tell him he only got what he deserved...
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 10:49, Reply)
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