When I was in 8th grade I was a bit troubled. I had moved in 6th grade from a place that I loved, had tons of friends and then moved and had no one. The friends I did make were mostly the outcasts, which kind of sucked, but they were at least good friends and stuck by me. I was taking Latin and my teacher yelled at me for talking and I exploded and yelled back. She pushed me, and I went blind with rage and pushed her back. I snapped out of it into that "holy shit" moment. I should have been expelled, really, but my mom was thankfully the president of the PTO and saved my sorry ass. I spent 20 days in detention for that little stunt.
After that I got into a lot of fights, most of which I won, but not without some bruises and bleeding of my own. We moved again the next year and things straightened out, though I wasn't about to tolerate anyone else's bs. I had a few scuffles early on, with the bullies picking on the new kid. I picked the easiest one of the bunch and got into a fight with him after lunch one day and broke his nose...there was a LOT of blood. After that kid disappeared I was approached by 5 of the largest humans I had ever seen in real life before. they said "did you break xxx's nose?" I calmly replied, "yes, and i will do my best to do it to anyone else" apparently, I "passed" and never had a problem with any of them for the rest of HS. It was almost like a prison yard in that way. i gained respect that day and had no more issues at all with that group. In the meantime i started working on my David Banner like rage issues. Great learning experience, but damn, it sucked. I still wouldn't have traded it out for the easy route of turning the other cheek. that just doesn't work.
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It was like that when I got here....I swear.
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