Having attended Public School for half a semester, I have concluded that I must not be manly enough for you guys.
Hey wait, what about that one time...
Right, onto it then!
A few years ago, about the time that I joined the forums, I was attending Public School in the seventh grade. It sucked. Hardcore.
I ended up getting recess offered to my class after I asked around about it on the first day. Apparently that was strange, seventh grade hadn't been allowed on the playground before. So, I make friends with a black kid, straight A student, a "army brat" who's probably moving at the end of the year [as usual], and Queen Goth, who apparently really liked clueless me. I get into a strange relationship with Chad, the lead "bully" of the class. He doesn't really do anything bad, he just verbally preys on you, right? You know the type.
After a couple months of this crap, even King Clueless myself can see that Chad and his couple of friends are bad news, right? I've made sure not to get on his bad side, but he's said nasty stuff anyway, the typical "all of your friends hang out with you because they feel sorry
for you because you have no friends"
twisted logic that bullies get into. Eventually, one lunch hour- we had lunch in the classrooms without adult supervision- him and I are standing at the front of the room. I had just beat his scrawny ass in basketball, and he was pissed off, and verbally taking it out. I'm just standing there. Eventually, the ten-ish other half of the class that are still in the room notice that we're going at it, and they cluster around. He says something snarky, and I clench my fist. Hunter [no joke, that was Chad's toadie's name] grins as he sees this and starts chanting "Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight"
Chad grins at me and starts to move forward. I tilt my head to one side, look directly in his eyes, and yell "Hey Cam!" Queen Goth looks up and blinks. She was one tall, heavyset girl. She gets up and heads directly for Chad as the crowd starts to break up and Chad attempts to back away. Cam gets directly in his face and goes completely off topic, berating him about why she can't stand jackasses like himself attempting to rile things up. I sit down and continue eating my lunch as he makes an excuse and disappears.
So no, not the most manly story ever, but I certainly handled it well. Mum and Dad would have been positivly horrified
if I ended up in fisticuffs, and that would have just given the brat what he wanted in the first place. I ignored him until I finally left a few months later.
And apparently they had a gun threat a year ago when one of the high school students posted a "hit list" on their Facebook.
Pick your fights, my friends.