School fightsI 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.
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chthonic, Fri 10 Mar 2006, 10:43)
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Don't hit a kid with glassesBack in the days of "my childhood, of blessed memory" I was a skinny, big-eared, flat-chested slip of a girl, and was picked on by everyone. At the age of eight I started wearing glasses, so the scuffles turned to the humiliating comments of, "I'd hit you, but I'd break your glasses" or, even better, "Leave her, she's as blind as bat anyway".
The last time I heard that comment was at the age of twelve, when my best friend and I sat down to admire our hard-earned 200-bag collection of purchased stickers (don't ask). The local bully proceeded to confiscate the lot. I threw down the gauntlet and offered to have a fistfight over it, to which he replied that he wouldn't hit a girl, especially not one with glasses. He did not offer to return the stolen property; rather, he passed it on to his surrounding cronies.
What's to be done? I took off my glasses, asked a crony to hold them, called the other cronies to witness that I had no glasses and he could freely hit me, and, while he was busy laughing at my blinded state, proceeded to plant the heel of my shoe into his bollocks.
Took me a while to get the glasses back, as the witness holding them ran to warn the bully's mother that "P.B.B. is jumping on your son's head and he's bleeding".
Got all the stickers back too.
(, Sun 12 Mar 2006, 3:23, Reply)
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