Foo - So I almost got in a fight today...

So I was at school during lunch time, standing in the hallway talking to some friends, and I turn around to look at something, and this big wanna-be gangster bumps into me, banging his head on mine. I was thinking "Wtf you doing pal?", but I didnt say anything, he was angry and he pushed me, but I didn't want to make a scene so I just left after glaring at him for a moment...

Same place, few minutes later after the bell rings and I get my books, walking down the hallway, and the guys like "Theres the f***er!", and I was like oh **** im screwed, hes got like 5 of his buddies with him, and they are all like "Appolagize to my buddy here now or I am gina give you a mark like you gave my pal", grabbing me by the shirt.. Now I'm not afraid to fight someone, but its the middle of the school, with these guys making a huge scene, and everyone was kinda standing seeing what was gina happen, and I didnt feel like taking on 6 wanna be gangsters, so I said sorry and left it at that...

Totally wasnt my fault, but some people get worked up over the smallest things, all to maintain their pride and social stature. I hope hes a bit calmer the next time I see him...

haha, that sucks--highschool is lame, I can't imagine what it would be like with "gangsta" wannabes

you did the right thing, he will have forgotten it by monday--be cool, it'll blow over

enjoy your weekend and don't worry about this guy

:)

I had a similar situation in school, except the bully was also an idiot and challenged me when his friends were a good 20 yards/meters away. I simply leaned in and said, "yes, your friends will give me a beating that I'll never forget, but I will so f*ck you up before they can get here." And he quickly walked away. Never heard from them again.

I love fights that don't happen.

So I was at school during lunch time, standing in the hallway talking to some friends, and I turn around to look at something, and this big wanna-be gangster bumps into me, banging his head on mine. I was thinking "Wtf you doing pal?", but I didnt say anything, he was angry and he pushed me, but I didn't want to make a scene so I just left after glaring at him for a moment...

Same place, few minutes later after the bell rings and I get my books, walking down the hallway, and the guys like "Theres the f***er!", and I was like oh **** im screwed, hes got like 5 of his buddies with him, and they are all like "Appolagize to my buddy here now or I am gina give you a mark like you gave my pal", grabbing me by the shirt.. Now I'm not afraid to fight someone, but its the middle of the school, with these guys making a huge scene, and everyone was kinda standing seeing what was gina happen, and I didnt feel like taking on 6 wanna be gangsters, so I said sorry and left it at that...

Totally wasnt my fault, but some people get worked up over the smallest things, all to maintain their pride and social stature. I hope hes a bit calmer the next time I see him...


Ha thats crazy. In wayland (my town) it is not a cheap town persay. And its funny abunch of the kids here who I know are really rich and white and they all where all these sweat pants and all that crap to be all "Gangta" like. Its funny.

Dude its bull**** that you had to deal with those ****faces. There losers and the only way they can feel good is by picking on people and actiung like someone they are not. How old are you by the way?

I had a similar situation in school, except the bully was also an idiot and challenged me when his friends were a good 20 yards/meters away. I simply leaned in and said, "yes, your friends will give me a beating that I'll never forget, but I will so f*ck you up before they can get here." And he quickly walked away. Never heard from them again.

I love fights that don't happen.


LOLOLOL LO YOUR THE MAN!!!!!!!

Ha thats crazy. In wayland (my town) it is not a cheap town persay. And its funny abunch of the kids here who I know are really rich and white and they all where all these sweat pants and all that crap to be all "Gangta" like. Its funny.

Dude its bull**** that you had to deal with those ****faces. There losers and the only way they can feel good is by picking on people and actiung like someone they are not. How old are you by the way?


17 years of age.. one grade below the wanna be

Reminds me of American History X

There was a kid i went to school with, Ray, some punk ass little beatch who thought he was straight from the ghetto (i live in a town of 20,000 who think they live in the burbs when really we're all just farmers who have moved on).

We were playing flag football in gym that day and for whatever the reason, i presume it had something to do with my being on the football team...who knows, he decided he needed to tackle me. I said to myself "ok...if thats how you want to play". So he goes up for a catch and i push the little twerp as hard as i could while he was in the air. I supose i cant blame him for how mad he got. :)

After that class we were all waiting for the bell to ring outside the locker rooms when down the hall i could tell a fight had broken out. What i didnt know is that it was this Ray prick pounding this kid scott's head into the wall. Scott was the over-weight, extreamly warm hearted, very funny kid. Think, chris farley before the drugs. Not a mean bone in his body, and here ray is litterally pounding his head against the concrete wall.

Had i been down there, i would have taken ray and thrown across the hall. I know i shouldnt, but when i heard that scott was crying and yelling "STOP!" i've always felt guilty that i wasnt there to castrate the SOB.

There was a kid i went to school with, Ray, some punk ass little beatch who thought he was straight from the ghetto (i live in a town of 20,000 who think they live in the burbs when really we're all just farmers who have moved on).

We were playing flag football in gym that day and for whatever the reason, i presume it had something to do with my being on the football team...who knows, he decided he needed to tackle me. I said to myself "ok...if thats how you want to play". So he goes up for a catch and i push the little twerp as hard as i could while he was in the air. I supose i cant blame him for how mad he got. :)

After that class we were all waiting for the bell to ring outside the locker rooms when down the hall i could tell a fight had broken out. What i didnt know is that it was this Ray prick pounding this kid scott's head into the wall. Scott was the over-weight, extreamly warm hearted, very funny kid. Think, chris farley before the drugs. Not a mean bone in his body, and here ray is litterally pounding his head against the concrete wall.

Had i been down there, i would have taken ray and thrown across the hall. I know i shouldnt, but when i heard that scott was crying and yelling "STOP!" i've always felt guilty that i wasnt there to castrate the SOB.


alot of idiots in school

There were a bunch of kids last year that were messing with my girlfriend, so I talked to the ring leader and slammed him into a locker. Later that day him and his friends surrounded me at my locker and threatened me, and I just laughed at them. They didn't do anything.

So they kept messing with my girlfriend, even after I talked to the ringleader a couple of times and got the school involved. That didn't work either. One day I was walking down the hall, and I saw them giving my girlfriend a hard time. So I screamed out the ringleader's name, marched down at him, and when he was running a way punched him in the face so hard he stumbled a couple of feet and started crying. One of his friends grabbed my arm from behind, so I turned around and asked him if he wanted some too. He left me alone.

A few minutes later, after I was sent down to the ISS room, they came in and started giving me a hard time, so the teacher kicked em out. Apparantly all the teachers were fed up with these morons, and I got a lot of congratulations from them, even from the vice superintendent :D

Go after the ringleader. They're helpless without the ring leader.

There are alot of stupid kids now.

Best way to deal with them(I have found) is just agree with them about any of the crap they may say, any try to not let it get to you. They insult your mother? Agree with them. Just say "Yeah, sure." to whatever they say.

I had a guy like that...he was significantly taller than me...he just kept messing with me everyday, trying to beat me up.

Finally one day I told him "you got it a--hole" and jumped as high as I could and got him in the jaw....his remark was classic "jesus, that hurt!", and stumbled away.

...about a year later, we became really good friends...go figure.

Anybody you pick off the street can fight, it takes a real man to defuse the situation and walk away. Those of you who've done any martial arts will probably agree with me.

I've only gotten in 3 "fights".

Fight 1: I was about 12 years old, playing baseball. Some idiot kid in the outfield found a baseball. and decided to throw it at me... from pretty close range (i guess he was close to the in field for some reason I was playing short stop for some reason (normally I played first)). The ball whizzed past my ear. I turned around and was like. What the hell? He started laughing. He stopped when I sprinted towards him. I knocked him to the ground and ended up messing up his face probably worse than my head would have been hurt if i got hit by the ball. He was basically like one big bruise for a week or so... heh.

Fight 2: I was about 14 and I'm chilling in my back yard. My dog is on a long line staked to the ground. Out of NOWHERE this stupid kid who was my age from down the street comes RUNNING through my back yard. The dog barks at him. He had been warned before not to run through our yard, more because we were worried the dog would hurt him, she's half doberman half terrier. In reality all she does is bark unless you actually threaten or attack me or her..., but still. He runs by, she is sleeping and gets up and lets out a mean bark. He stops. I told him to keep walking and stay out of our yard.
He turns back towards the barking dog. I stand up and start walking towards him. The dog barks again. He goes to KICK MY DOG IN THE HEAD. He's very lucky he didn't connect or it would have been much worse for him. HE missed and my dog managed to sang his pant leg and pull him to the ground. I yelled for her to let him go as i got there. He started to get up and crawl away. As he was on all fours I reached him, and kicked him as hard as I could in the chest. He went flying backwards. I kicked him again in the ribs. Now he was crying, literally yelling mommy. I asked him how he liked it. He just kept sobbing. I straddled him and hit him in the face multiple times until he answered me. Turns out he doesn't like being kicked/punched. At this point the next door neighbor came out and pulled me off. She saw the whole thing (thank god) and was worried I was going to kill the kid. After making me stop. She (a nurse) saw that he had at least one broken rib, and a broken nose. He went away in an ambulance. I went to the police station. After the little f*cker's mom got the full story from the neighhbor, her good friend. She decided not to press charges. I live there for 3 more years, hung out and stuff with all of the other kids on the block. That kid never said one word to me, came in my yard, or even got anywhere close to me.

Fight 3: My sophomore year in high school I was walking to class, late. There is a guy who is a notorious prick and his girlfriend who was also my good friend. Right as I walked by he slammed her locker. Yelled that she was a *****, and smacked her in the face. I was RIGHT behind him when it happened, and I didn't even think about it - I spun him around and pinned him to the locker by his neck. He punched me in the stomach, I took him to the ground and got a couple hits to his face before my teacher and hockey coach pulled me off.

I don't count fights in hockey as fights, but I got in quite a few as a defensemen when i would shove people away from our goalie.


The funny thing is, when people meet me, or bullies at school would never think i would ever fight anyone. Which is fine, because normally I won't fight. People who are close to me though know that it would be bad for someone to cross me in the wrong way on the wrong day. I doubt I would ever beat the crap out of someone now unless they like broke into my house or something. I'm over 18 and I would be in jail or whatever for a while if I did what I did when I was 14.

In short - don't mess with my dog, women in general, or think almost injurying me cause you are an idiot is funny.

haha. Wow I bet that was long! :eek:

Just walk away... you always have the option of going back in the middle of the night to stalk him when he's vulnerable and easily waste him without making a sound.

Just walk away... you always have the option of going back in the middle of the night to stalk him when he's vulnerable and easily waste him without making a sound.

And while you're at it, kill his pets while he watches before choking him to death with their intestines. A ninja would do it. :eek:

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Ah I know what it was like. My highschool was renown for hicks, rednecks and what you want to call them. We quite possibly had the whitest student population. About halfway through my Junior year some ganster/black wannabe enters school. One of your average "gansta" wannabes...Pants halfway down his ass, shirt cocked sideways, wearing more jewerly than ive ever seen any girl wear, jerseys and other accessories...you know...So he auctaully gets a friend of his to help him make a CD and he makes this one song targeting and threatening people all over the school. Of those people threatened, two of them were my brothers, and at the time he had no idea who they were. The song was profane and inapproiate and making threatening statments towards his life. We'll just say after they heard the song, he went back to where he came from and never was seen again in that high school.

I've only gotten in 3 "fights".

Fight 1: I was about 12 years old, playing baseball. Some idiot kid in the outfield found a baseball. and decided to throw it at me... from pretty close range (i guess he was close to the in field for some reason I was playing short stop for some reason (normally I played first)). The ball whizzed past my ear. I turned around and was like. What the hell? He started laughing. He stopped when I sprinted towards him. I knocked him to the ground and ended up messing up his face probably worse than my head would have been hurt if i got hit by the ball. He was basically like one big bruise for a week or so... heh.

Fight 2: I was about 14 and I'm chilling in my back yard. My dog is on a long line staked to the ground. Out of NOWHERE this stupid kid who was my age from down the street comes RUNNING through my back yard. The dog barks at him. He had been warned before not to run through our yard, more because we were worried the dog would hurt him, she's half doberman half terrier. In reality all she does is bark unless you actually threaten or attack me or her..., but still. He runs by, she is sleeping and gets up and lets out a mean bark. He stops. I told him to keep walking and stay out of our yard.
He turns back towards the barking dog. I stand up and start walking towards him. The dog barks again. He goes to KICK MY DOG IN THE HEAD. He's very lucky he didn't connect or it would have been much worse for him. HE missed and my dog managed to sang his pant leg and pull him to the ground. I yelled for her to let him go as i got there. He started to get up and crawl away. As he was on all fours I reached him, and kicked him as hard as I could in the chest. He went flying backwards. I kicked him again in the ribs. Now he was crying, literally yelling mommy. I asked him how he liked it. He just kept sobbing. I straddled him and hit him in the face multiple times until he answered me. Turns out he doesn't like being kicked/punched. At this point the next door neighbor came out and pulled me off. She saw the whole thing (thank god) and was worried I was going to kill the kid. After making me stop. She (a nurse) saw that he had at least one broken rib, and a broken nose. He went away in an ambulance. I went to the police station. After the little f*cker's mom got the full story from the neighhbor, her good friend. She decided not to press charges. I live there for 3 more years, hung out and stuff with all of the other kids on the block. That kid never said one word to me, came in my yard, or even got anywhere close to me.

Fight 3: My sophomore year in high school I was walking to class, late. There is a guy who is a notorious prick and his girlfriend who was also my good friend. Right as I walked by he slammed her locker. Yelled that she was a *****, and smacked her in the face. I was RIGHT behind him when it happened, and I didn't even think about it - I spun him around and pinned him to the locker by his neck. He punched me in the stomach, I took him to the ground and got a couple hits to his face before my teacher and hockey coach pulled me off.

I don't count fights in hockey as fights, but I got in quite a few as a defensemen when i would shove people away from our goalie.


The funny thing is, when people meet me, or bullies at school would never think i would ever fight anyone. Which is fine, because normally I won't fight. People who are close to me though know that it would be bad for someone to cross me in the wrong way on the wrong day. I doubt I would ever beat the crap out of someone now unless they like broke into my house or something. I'm over 18 and I would be in jail or whatever for a while if I did what I did when I was 14.

In short - don't mess with my dog, women in general, or think almost injurying me cause you are an idiot is funny.

haha. Wow I bet that was long! :eek:


Not to self: Never meet jbhowat in a dark alley way :eek:

Not to self: Never meet jbhowat in a dark alley way :eek:

Just shoot him. :p

High School was the most depressing time of my life.
Especially the one I went to. If I could have a pin point labotomy
that would remove only but all of my high school memories I
would gladly pay any price for it. My life flourished as soon as I
left that abysmilly repressive atmosphere.

Just shoot him. :p

hmmm good point, time to get a gun ;)

he's such a pansy he needs 6 people to whoop your ass? wow, he's bad.

Tell him to stop watching Grease on reruns on Bravo already.

Sheesh, it's only high school. Most of those bullies end up being the biggest losers ever. I'm so glad I am long past that point in my life.

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