
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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we moved around a fair bit as i was growing up - zambia,england,holland,belgium,botswana,swaziland,zimbabwe,england,germany,england (by the age of 14)
Ive always been slightly larger so I was always a challenge to the "hard kids" authority and pecking order, so they felt they had to do something to me, even though i would do my best to avoid it.
highlights include, but are in no way limited to:
in south africa (where i went to boarding school for a year), in piet retief (think deepest darkest apartheid farmers kids whose parents still remember the boer war) i got a kicking for being english.
in germany the town we lived in had the highest %age vote for the NPD(neo nazis) in the whole of germany. nice being the british kid there too.
in england, i was obviously from south africa (i had a lovely accent) so anyone who wasnt white decided even as a gang to take turns having a go at me.
I did know how to defend myself of course, but i put one kid in hospital when i was 12 and tried to avoid any trouble from then on.
sorry for unfunniness but hey, giving and receiving kickings isnt actually particularly funny.
( , Mon 13 Mar 2006, 17:35, Reply)
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