Comment What is wrong with you people? (Score 1) 1228
Why don't you fight back? You think I never got harrassed at school? You think I never had to deal with jerks who wanted to verbally and physically hurt me? You think I put up with it? I have two words for you:
Haell no!
(That is Hoosier for Hell no)
Jr. High, and after gym I find someone urinating on my locker. Think I put up with it? Haell no! Someone ended up with their face in the urinal and it sure wasn't me.
Freshman year in High School and I was in Mrs. Burrell's drawing class. Conversation around the table got a little bit off topic and into making fun of me. How I dressed, acted, who my friends were, and why I was such a loser. Think I put up with it? Haell no! Someone ended up with their ass on the floor and it sure wasn't me.
Sophomore year and I was just closing my locker door getting ready to run out to catch my bus when a couple of Juniors wanting to throw their weight around marched down the Sophomore hall throwing kids into their lockers - including myself. Think I am going to put up with it? Haell no! I had been taking some Karate classes (Kempo and Kung Fu mix - thank god for The Karate Kid movies) and I retaliated. I ran after them, yelling like a madman jumped into the air and executed a perfect flying side kick into the middle of the chest of the kid who threw me into the locker - and he went down hard. I landed, turned to face his buddy when lights out. He hit me in my mouth, and the only reason I still have all the teeth in my mouth is because I had braces. Afterwards, I found my braces sticking out of the wrong side of my lips, and he had a cut up hand. But that took the fight out of both of us. The second Junior helped his friend up, and they limped out of the hall while I went and got some stiches in my lip.
So why do you put up with that kind of crap? Why don't you take things into your own hands? Sure, I spent quite a bit of time waiting to see the Vice Principal, and even more time in detention and taking a day off of school, but you know what? I consider myself lucky since those were the only three incidents when things escalated to a point where I had to get violent. I don't know if word spread about me, or if I started walking down the halls with a strut born of a confidence that I wasn't going to take crap from anybody or anything -- especailly from that damned Pascal program that was due in 3rd period!
Haell no!
(That is Hoosier for Hell no)
Jr. High, and after gym I find someone urinating on my locker. Think I put up with it? Haell no! Someone ended up with their face in the urinal and it sure wasn't me.
Freshman year in High School and I was in Mrs. Burrell's drawing class. Conversation around the table got a little bit off topic and into making fun of me. How I dressed, acted, who my friends were, and why I was such a loser. Think I put up with it? Haell no! Someone ended up with their ass on the floor and it sure wasn't me.
Sophomore year and I was just closing my locker door getting ready to run out to catch my bus when a couple of Juniors wanting to throw their weight around marched down the Sophomore hall throwing kids into their lockers - including myself. Think I am going to put up with it? Haell no! I had been taking some Karate classes (Kempo and Kung Fu mix - thank god for The Karate Kid movies) and I retaliated. I ran after them, yelling like a madman jumped into the air and executed a perfect flying side kick into the middle of the chest of the kid who threw me into the locker - and he went down hard. I landed, turned to face his buddy when lights out. He hit me in my mouth, and the only reason I still have all the teeth in my mouth is because I had braces. Afterwards, I found my braces sticking out of the wrong side of my lips, and he had a cut up hand. But that took the fight out of both of us. The second Junior helped his friend up, and they limped out of the hall while I went and got some stiches in my lip.
So why do you put up with that kind of crap? Why don't you take things into your own hands? Sure, I spent quite a bit of time waiting to see the Vice Principal, and even more time in detention and taking a day off of school, but you know what? I consider myself lucky since those were the only three incidents when things escalated to a point where I had to get violent. I don't know if word spread about me, or if I started walking down the halls with a strut born of a confidence that I wasn't going to take crap from anybody or anything -- especailly from that damned Pascal program that was due in 3rd period!
