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I was the fat smart kid in school... is there a deadlier combo?
I came home crying nearly every day for 2 years until my saintly mother went to school and told the principal that next time she had told me to fight back and he best not say a word because he had had his chance. To my suprise he looked at my mother and said "Its about time".
The next day a girl threw my chubby butt into a chalk board because I got a better score than she. I pulled back a fist and she called for the teacher. It would seem that my fabulous principal had had a chat with the teachers as well as he looked her dead in the face and said "So what if she does".
I never threw the punch, word travelled fast and no one messed with me anymore. Of course this was back when we (how did that one person put it) studied by the light of dinosaur dung.
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