Who got into fights in school?

[Vanyel]

Who here has actually gotten into a real fist fight in school. I'm 43 years old and I got into 3 fights in all my life.

My first real fight was in 5th grade. I was winning before it stopped. Or rather I landed a punch that left a mark. Anyway, my Dad and Mom were upset, as were my opponent's. They made us apologize to each other and it being a Catholic school we had to apologize to the Nuns and go to Confession and say our prayers and stay after school to clean the school.

The next fight was in my Sophomore year in high school. I won that too, without throwing a punch. He tried a few times for my stomach but my arms were longer than his. I held him back. It was during PE so the coach broke it up and had us run laps the rest of the week during PE.

So guys and girls, who has gotten into fights? And please tell what happened.

Oh, mods, if this topic is inappropriate, I do apologize.

 

[Deranged Nasat]

There was one time when I attacked another pupil who was tormenting me and briefly struck at him with my fists for a few seconds before I disengaged and ran off crying. It was hardly a contest worthy of song. Other than that, I was attacked at times but those weren't "fights". I never had any time for posturing or aggression; in fact the whole thing was almost incomprehensible to me. I remember one time when a couple of pupils started a scuffle. The entire school's worth of students - 1,200 children and adolescents - swarmed around them in a mass of spectators, save me, who was left alone and contemplative. I remember that very vividly.

 

[Vanyel]

I remember the chants of "Fight! Fight! Fight!" I also remember chanting that a few times. I guess fights are inevitable at an all boys school.

 

[scotpens]

Not me. I was a total wimp.

I wish I’d had a chance to see a couple of girls fighting in high school. That would’ve been hot.

 

[Vanyel]

Not me. I was a total wimp.

I wish I’d had a chance to see a couple of girls fighting in high school. That would’ve been hot.

I never saw the appeal of a "cat fight" not because I'm gay, but because I never though fights between guys to be appealing.

 

[Miss Chicken]

When I was 11 I bashed a boy up. A girl in our class had died (heart disease) and three boys were shouting in the school ground after school "Yippee, Susan (Last name) is dead". Susan was one of the nicest girls I had ever meet and one of few girls that was kind to me, so I got very upset over the boys' behaviour and got stuck into the one who was shouting the loudest. The other two boys ran away when they saw some boys who were my friends running to where I was fighting. I grabbed the boy's hair, kicked him and punched him several times. He tried to hit back but my friends said if he hit me he would get a beating from them. A teacher broke us up. I didn't get into any trouble but the boy did.

 

[Kelso]

I did. Pretty frequently.

But I was never the instigator and rarely the victor.

Okay, fine... I got beat-up a lot.

I was only in one fight during my adult life, and that was while helping a female friend move her stuff out of her abusive-former-marine-boyfriends' house. I didn't win that one, either.

 

[cooleddie74]

I got into a couple. Got my ass more or less handed to me in one and held my own and kicked a little ass in the other. I was an A-B Honors nerd and generally eschewed confrontations. I was kind of a wuss...my main goals in school were to get the best grades possible, try to have fun and stay out of trouble. The fights I was involved in weren't ones I started or provoked, but rather ones I got sucked into because of friends. But once pushed and punched around I retaliated with quite a bit of anger and force.

Glad those days are over. I'm no fighter, and a lot of guys in my age group or younger would kick my ass so hard my great-grandkids would be born dizzy. Hell, there are probably a few old geezers out there who could whoop my butt. Some of those farts pump iron and work out, yo. My idea of exercise is walking to the local gas station for a carton of 2% milk.

 

[Lonemagpie]

I did. Pretty frequently.

But I was never the instigator and rarely the victor.

Exactly the same here.

Until that one day at college...

Afterwards, learned martial arts. Still don't instigate - but since then nobody else does either, so that's fine for me.

 

[Nerys Myk]

Not really. Jumped and wrestled to the ground maybe twice in High School. No punches involved and broken up quickly by teachers. I might have been "winning" the second time as the guy vowed "revenge", which never came.

 

[cooleddie74]

I averted a fight once. Prevented one of my junior high school friends from risking suspension or even expulsion by stepping in and talking some sense to him before he laid the serious smack down on some school troll outside his hall locker. I explained to my friend that it wasn't worth fouling up his entire academic year with an expulsion for a dickhead like that. Thankfully he listened.

 

[Yoda]

I got into multiple fights in early grade school times, enough to where I don't remember most of them. There was the dude in first grade who beat me up and then pantsed me for my troubles. I remember that summer seeing the Karate Kid, and I was all ready to confront his ass with a Crane Kick but when I got there day one of second grade, it turned out he had moved! Maybe that's for the best. Reflecting on it now, maybe merely watching the Karate Kid hadn't quite prepared me to win that fight like I had thought it would at the time

In middle school and high school there were fewer fights. Just three that I can recall. There was this really obnoxious kid who moved to town for a couple of years around 8th grade, nobody liked him, he kept asking out and/or sexually harassing this one really popular chick and generally took a lot of shit from everyone in return. I gave him plenty of shit as well, and me being pretty nerdy must've seemed to him the best target for winning a fight and earning some 'street cred' as it were.

So after lunch he escalated the usual war of words and eventually I told him he could have the first shot. He punched me once in the face and I proceeded to land all the rest of the shots, knocking him down, and breaking his glasses. That one felt pretty good. Though I did have to spend a few weeks worrying if the twin sons of the crazy town transvestite (who were known to carry knives on their persons) were going to stab me over it. They told me not to mess with that kid again and I sure as hell didn't.

Then there was the kid who took shit from everyone, every day, for years and years and finally decided to 'talk back' to me one day when I was piling the verbal abuse on him. I'm sure his reasoning was much the same as the previous kid, of all the people messing with him I was the least likely to be able to back it up. In between periods I confronted him, punched him a few times, but he had gone all Ghandi and wasn't going to fight back. In my zeal to attack him I managed at some point to send my magnetic chessboard flying from my pocket. Had to scour the hallway for my chess pieces during lunch once I realized what had happened. I feel bad about that one, he didn't want to fight back, and his school life (and probably home life) were pretty much hell.

And finally I ended up in a fight for some reason with someone who wasn't a school punching bag during a game of touch football in gym class. Got off to a good start, got the better shots in. I did lose my glasses, which hey, that's going to happen in a fight if you wear glasses. My nerd friend picked em up for me and kept them from getting smashed. That's about as good as any of my friends were ever going to be in a fight, so props to you my myopic ally! Towards the end the guy pulled a hockey shirt pull over my head maneuver and got some decent shots of his own in, and that's right where it got broken up. My friends maintained I won, the other kid's friends maintained he won, and it was probably generally considered to be a draw. Lots of threats of a rematch that never materialized. What did materialize was lots of harassment from his older brothers and cousins, random shoves in the hallway, threats, etc... that lasted for a few weeks. That kind of sucked. Thanks brother for dropping out of high school and not having my back. That shit was like 5 on 1.

Around 10th grade fights just never happened anymore. I couldn't even imagine getting into a fight in college. I guess maybe drunk dudes at parties, but that wasn't my scene. The culture was just so different, you didn't have to worry about appearing weak anymore. It was great.

 

[captcalhoun]

plenty of times.

one time i threw a chair at one kid across the classroom. another time i chased another kid around the class room with a metre-stick before smacking it across the back his legs, breaking it.

i was tormented and bullied a lot.

 

[Kirby]

I was in two, lost them both and then intervened in one:

3rd grade - The kid that lived across the street from me was a grade higher, and we were good friends, but for some reason we had issues one day and we traded insults in the hallway at school, he threw a punch, I threw a punch, and the next thing I knew we were in the Principal's office.

5th grade - Not sure why the fight started, but we met at the flagpole after school which was the traditional place for fights. I tried a Kirk-esque flying drop kick and landed on my ass. Everyone cracked up and the fight ended there and then.

High School - Junior year, some jerk was picking on a friend of mine who was a little guy. I stepped in and informed him that he shouldn't mess with people that are smaller than him, and that I'd be happy to take my friend's place. The guy backed down pretty quickly.

 

[Nerys Myk]

I once got detention because the Vice Principal thought I was in a fight. My best friend tapped me on the shoulder, so I turned around. From our "body language" the VP inferred we were fighting so we both got detention.

 

[iguana_tonante]

I was in a couple. I am sure I got into a few playground fights in grade school, but I don't really remember them. Just a few shoves or maybe one or two hits, nothing really memorable.

I got into a serious one in middle school. I had moved recently into a new school, and a group of "misbehaving" students made me the target of their attention. Nothing particularly vicious, but it was annoying. I had made no friends yet, so I had no support, and I was a small kid, so I had no chance to intimidate them either. So, bless my youthful recklessness, I decided I needed to establish some boundaries. One day, one of them was taunting me: so I punched him in the face as hard as I could. He was astonished. So I coldly kept pummelling him until the other kids separated us. A few days later, I learned that he used to keep a knife with him: I don't know if he had it with him that day, but I definitively got lucky. However, those guys never gave me troubles again. Actually, we went along just fine from that moment forward.

The other was in junior year during high school. I am ashamed to say, I was kinda the instigator in that one. This guy was a real jerk, but he was also the butt of every joke in class, so it was kinda conflicted. One day he was whining about something or other, so I mocked him by sucking my thumb (yeah, pretty immature, I know). He got angry and punched me in the face, actually without much conviction. But I saw red, and I hit him with a one-two that landed him on the ground. Too bad we were in class, right under the eyes of the teacher. I got a strong talk, but I was a very good student, so luckily for me nothing came of it. We kinda remained in bad terms for all high school, even if we never came to blows again.

Never got into a fight after that. I have been practicing martial arts for 12 years now, so I got lots of bruises and various injuries, but that's a different matter.

 

[RandyS]

When I was in the 7th grade, a kid pulled a knife on me and demanded my lunch money, figuring that the kid in the wheelchair would not, or could not fight back. Startled, I reacted quickly and ran into him, and knocked him down. Other kids and some teachers came running over, helped me disarm him and turned him over to security.

Moral of the story: NEVER underestimate the crippled kid.

 

[SeerSGB]

A couple, a couple.

One I remember clearly though was 2nd year of highschool, autoshop class: THis kid was smack talking, no biggie, I tell him to get fucked (or something like that) and he hauls off and smacks me in my face and knocks my glasses off. Next thing I remember is my best-friend of the time dragging me up the shop stairs, trying to claim me down, and me fighting to get loose. Apparently I blacked out (to use a phrase) cause the witness said what happened next was I grabbed a wrench and swung at the guy that had hit me, missed, and he crawled under a work bench and I was tearing up hell to get at him but my friend grabbed me before I could. I have zero recall between the smack in the face and when I "came to" being dragged up the stairs.

 

[Kirkman1987]

I can't remember or count all the fights I was in back then. When I was a kid, I actually liked fighting. I wasn't really a bully, but it did not take much convincing for me to escalate any confrontation to fists. I remember being in the principal's office a few times a week during that period. I finally cooled off a bit after I was in one fight Where I punched a kid and his nose started gushing blood. in my memory it was like a faucet, and on my knuckles and his Tshirt. Luckily it wasn't broke but it made me reconsider that sort of thing.

I still got in a fight here and there after that up through high school. The last fight I had was in with a close friend over a girl. We made up shortly thereafter and the girl didn't end up with either of us. That was around 7-8 years ago.

I really hope to never be in a fight again. I believe in self defense, but going out looking for a fight or letting your emotions take you over is immature. Glad I grew out of it for the most part.

 

[Alrik]

Not a lot, but I had my share. Won most, lost two. Of all of them, the one that is the most vivid was the one that never came to be. By the time I was in 10th grade, I was what would probably be considered a jock. I played football (American) during the season, but spent the rest of the year lifting and training for the next season. One day during warm-ups for Track, I somehow pissed off the Senior team Captain (former Quarterback, Homecoming King, etc..). The next day during Shop, a mutual friend came to me and told me I was supposed to meet the guy in the parking lot after school because he was going to teach me a lesson. I'll admit I was scared shitless. This gut was not only popular, but he was big and strong. I told my friend I didn't stand a chance as was going to get my ass kicked. He assured me he had my back and wouldn't let it get out of hand. As the hour went on I got more and more pissed about the prospect of having my ass handed to me. Before class ended I went back to my friend and asked him to deliver a message to the guy. I remember it like it was yesterday. I said, "Tell him fine, I'll be there. I know he is going to kick my ass, but make sure he understands that before I go down, I'm going to make sure that pretty nose of his is going to be splattered across his face and it won't ever look the same".

I waited for 15 minutes in the parking lot after school, he never did show. As a matter of fact, nothing of it was ever mentioned again.