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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Colateral Damage
At the high school I attended (Not Soggy But Hard) the class of 88's favourite form of playground warfare was the fruit fight.
These affairs were conducted at lunchtime and attracted quite a crowd of onlookers, though frequently onlookers became targets & later participants.
During one major skirmish across a quadrangle, a poor lost-looking yr7 kid (the youngest year) walked straight through the middle of the melee without noticing the fresh produce whizzing past him. It brought to mind the scene in Star Wars where C3PO and R2D2 walk across a corridor oblivious to the firefight raging around them.
Until the biggest, hardest apple ever thrown hit him right on the temple. It made a loud 'POCK!' noise, shattered into hundreds of fragments and the kid dropped like a stone. Concerned yr12s rushed to him, as he tried to sit up, dazed. His hair on one side of his head was standing straight up, and he was visiting the dark side of the planet Coosbane. He was a bit shaky, and hadn't realised what had hit him; and was totally unaware that every yr12 would refer to him hereafter as 'The Apple Kid'.
Geez I hope he was OK, though he probably has an irrational fear of apples now...
( , Tue 14 Mar 2006, 1:44, Reply)
At the high school I attended (Not Soggy But Hard) the class of 88's favourite form of playground warfare was the fruit fight.
These affairs were conducted at lunchtime and attracted quite a crowd of onlookers, though frequently onlookers became targets & later participants.
During one major skirmish across a quadrangle, a poor lost-looking yr7 kid (the youngest year) walked straight through the middle of the melee without noticing the fresh produce whizzing past him. It brought to mind the scene in Star Wars where C3PO and R2D2 walk across a corridor oblivious to the firefight raging around them.
Until the biggest, hardest apple ever thrown hit him right on the temple. It made a loud 'POCK!' noise, shattered into hundreds of fragments and the kid dropped like a stone. Concerned yr12s rushed to him, as he tried to sit up, dazed. His hair on one side of his head was standing straight up, and he was visiting the dark side of the planet Coosbane. He was a bit shaky, and hadn't realised what had hit him; and was totally unaware that every yr12 would refer to him hereafter as 'The Apple Kid'.
Geez I hope he was OK, though he probably has an irrational fear of apples now...
( , Tue 14 Mar 2006, 1:44, Reply)
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