I had a girl in jr. high push me twice while I ignored her. The third time she attacked me she slammed a door on my hand. That did it for me.
I turned around and decked her, she slapped me and I grabbed her long hair and would not let go and we ended up in the music stands (band room at school). We let go of each other and I went at her again and pulled a huge chunk of her hair out and threw her on the floor. A teacher came in to break us up after we went at each other one more time.
My dad showed up and was in the office with the principal. Next thing I hear is "OH HELL NO!!! YOU SUSPEND MY DAUGHTER, YOU SUSPEND THE OTHER GIRL!!!! DON'T YOU ****ING USE THE CHURCH IN THIS" My dad told me later that he had to call his boss, who was an Elder in the local Morman church to call off the principal. The other girl "was a nice morman girl who came from a nice morman family" HA. I lived in a small town in Utah.
A month later the girl approached me and apologized. Turns out she had a scar on her backside...from her dad's belt buckle. Nice morman family,eh?
The cool thing was no one ever threatened me again at that school.
DISCLAIMER:
This is not an attack on Mormans...just a factual event in my life. The nicest Mormans are the ones I've met OUTSIDE of the state.
I turned around and decked her, she slapped me and I grabbed her long hair and would not let go and we ended up in the music stands (band room at school). We let go of each other and I went at her again and pulled a huge chunk of her hair out and threw her on the floor. A teacher came in to break us up after we went at each other one more time.
My dad showed up and was in the office with the principal. Next thing I hear is "OH HELL NO!!! YOU SUSPEND MY DAUGHTER, YOU SUSPEND THE OTHER GIRL!!!! DON'T YOU ****ING USE THE CHURCH IN THIS" My dad told me later that he had to call his boss, who was an Elder in the local Morman church to call off the principal. The other girl "was a nice morman girl who came from a nice morman family" HA. I lived in a small town in Utah.
A month later the girl approached me and apologized. Turns out she had a scar on her backside...from her dad's belt buckle. Nice morman family,eh?
The cool thing was no one ever threatened me again at that school.
DISCLAIMER:
This is not an attack on Mormans...just a factual event in my life. The nicest Mormans are the ones I've met OUTSIDE of the state.
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