Fights at school

[Joey]

My 15 yo great nephew finished a fight in HS he did not start. This was in March. He got kicked out of school for the remainder of the year & first 3 weeks of this school year. He was being bullied and they said something about his GF.
I grew up in a housing project, late 50's to late 60's. Kids would walk up to you and ask if you wanted to fight. We also had our share of bullies at school. One in particular was picking a fight with a smaller student, when a much bigger guy walked up, grabbed the bully by the collar and asked him if he would like to take him on. The bully p344ed his pants and backed down. The principal came out and asked them if it was over, "yes" was the reply. Sent the bully home to change pants, shook hands with the big guy and went on. I am by no means advocating fighting, but kids will be kids. I got into several fights in school, most of the time we walked away as friends. Even children get pent up, frustrations, etc. Maybe it was a different world back then, but a little tussle was just a release for some.
I can hear the ultra-libs now................

 

[DGW1949]

Feminizing of America....plain 'n simple.

DGW

 

[Joey]

Nailed it with 3 words.

Feminizing of America....plain 'n simple.

DGW

 

[OMCHamlin]

Nailed it with 3 words.

Yeah, pretty much…
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[Bullthrower338]

I prefer The Pussification of America, kids today don’t know what a broken nose feels like, makes you a much politer person most of the time. My Dad used to tell me that my tiger mouth was overriding my humingbird a$$!

 

[41Dude]

From what I have seen. If the child is getting bullied and fights back, HE gets suspended. The bully then gets milk and cookies and a pat on the head.
The colors of students involved also makes a BIG difference in how it is handled.

 

[Yaworski]

From what I have seen. If the child is getting bullied and fights back, HE gets suspended. The bully then gets milk and cookies and a pat on the head.

"Tommy says that he was trying to help you carry your lunch and you dropped it. He didn't knock it out your hands."

 

[Yaworski]

I prefer The Pussification of America, kids today don't know what a broken nose feels like,

I don't know what a broken nose feels like.

 

[Joey]

don't know what a broken nose feels like.

I've had 3, my doctor told me to be careful when sneezing, might blow my nose off.

 

[41Dude]

"Tommy says that he was trying to help you carry your lunch and you dropped it. He didn't knock it out your hands."

And punch you in the face. His hand is swelling by coincidence.

 

[XUSNORDIE]

A few years back when my youngest Son was a freshman in high school he got in a fight. I have taught all my kids to DEFEND themselves. Keep fighting until the threat is not a threat. I also taught them patience and be smart about physical engagement. I also taught the "3 rule". My youngest grew big and scary strong really fast. He started lifting weights in 8th grade. By the time he showed up for his first high school summer football camp he was nearly 200lbs and benching his weight more than 10 reps. 100 lbs 20 times was "little ton club". 200 lbs 10 times was "big ton club". He smoked big 10 club at summer 2 a days practice. He was throttling seniors. Punks and thugs will be just that like they always have been. Trash talking cowards. A few weeks into school and the football season he was sitting at the cafeteria table with other players and a punk hit him in the back of the head with his elbow on purpose walking by his table to put his tray away. He did it again walking back. My kid said something to him, and the punk walked back over to him mouthing off thinking nothing would happen hiding behind school rules. My kid stood up and the punk pushed him. My kid told him "thats 3" and from what I saw on other players cell phone video the punk dropped with a right hand to the jaw. Unfortunately, my kid lost a little control and jumped on the punk, who went into a fetal position as my kid continued to knock the crap out of him.
I was at work 90 miles away. My Wife called me in a panic. They were holding him in the office for the police. On the way to the school I called and wanted to speak to him. They said no it was a police matter at this point. I was livid. I demanded to speak to my "minor" Son and threw some BS LE crap on them about custody retention time of minors. They let me talk to him. I told him I was on my way and only asked brief questions as I knew they were listening. I then told him to not say another word until I got there. When I got there I entered the waiting area and the punk was sitting there next his "legal guardian" and EMTs. His eye and cheek were swollen together, dried blood covering his mouth and nose, and his forearms were heavily bruised with defensive marks (damn it, not good was my immediate thought). My kid was in the conference room. I walked in and the Principle, School Counselor and a PA State Trooper was there. The Principle was a short fat militant reality hating butch lesbian liberal. She hated "jocks" and also despised the kids who wore boots, curled hats, jeans...you know, a "small town country kid" look. She told me the punk was "seriously hurt from my Sons behavior". I replied "Hurt? we are lucky he didn't snap the punks neck for HIS behavior!" the principle almost lost her mind at that....the Trooper started laughing a bit. I saw the cell videos so knew the story. I demanded to see the school video knowing they didn't have to show me w/out a subpoena. The Trooper stated he saw it. I pulled him aside and told him I saw the cell videos. He told me there were no worries and the Principle was overacting. He also said "that was a helluva whooping your boy put on that kid". I agreed, but admitted my kid was overly aggressive. Promised him we would work on it. We did.....my Son learned how to channel his adrenaline. Be a beast on the field but only enough that is needed off the field.

The punks "legal guardian" threatened to sue me and the school. Nothing ever happened. The worst my Son got was a week suspension. Which meant not only a week from school....but football practice as well. Miss 3 practices in a row for any reason you don't play the next game. The Coach had some prime words about that Principle.

The world is different now. There is a soft liberal agenda about everything it seems and litigation is always hanging over your shoulder like a vulture. Back in my day kids settled there difference with fists if needed and it normally ended there. Today, there is no pecking order allowed.....they want everyone to be equal. That BS just screws over reality.

The punk my kid throttled? He continued his ways...even went around telling everyone he beat up Son later. Where is he now? He failed to graduate, did not return to school, was put in a Juvenile Detention Center for arson. Now? he's incarcerated for repeated possession with intent to sell.

My Son? Graduated boot camp with honors and selected to United States Navy Ceremonial Guard. He'll be carrying Carters casket in the near future.

Let the kids fight and sort out the weak.

 

[Mike J]

I prefer The Pussification of America, kids today don't know what a broken nose feels like, makes you a much politer person most of the time. My Dad used to tell me that my tiger mouth was overriding my humingbird a$$!

I learned what a broken nose feels like at the age of 7. I won't go into all the details (it is a bit embarrassing) but oak trees don't have any give.

 

[Mike J]

Almost every time I went to the principal's office it was for fighting. Back then you just went to the principal's office, took your licks & went on. There were a couple of other times I got paddled but when I was in junior high I found out if you were willing to take a paddling you didn't have to stay for detention. This has not been an issue with my kids as they have been home schooled. They wanted to drug my oldest daughter instead of dealing with her being a touch rebellious in first grade. We pulled her out. She is now enrolled in college & on the dean's list.

 

[MaxMan]

Back in HS band we had an oboe player that we rather effeminate and a drummer who was the epitome of a greaser hood. Double reed Oboe reeds are very expensive, so oboe players make their own with a razor knife developed for that purpose. One morning the drummer was picking on the oboe guy relentlessly as he had before. Oboe guy reaches in his case, grabs the knife and takes a swing. Catches the drummer across the neck. Makes about a 3 inch cut. Drummer guy walks into the band director's office and asks for a pass to go to the office without looking up. The band director Why? The drummer says Ms S *** just cut my throat. Drummer back in band the next day, the band needed a new oboe player.

 

[Bullthrower338]

I don't know what a broken nose feels like.

I still occasionally need to piss someone off enough to recall I don’t like it.

 

[Mobuck]

I was mostly bullied(especially in PE class) due to my small size and being a year younger than most of my class UNTIL I hit 13. Then the hard work of being the primary farm helper and hitting a new maturity level changed a lot of things. I was still small but extremely strong and prone to 'flying off the handle'. The end result of further confrontations reversed and the bullies got a serious re-alignment. Usually, if I hit someone it was just one and done. School administration decided I'd had all the physical education necessary and I got to take another REAL class.

 

[Yaworski]

you didn't have to stay for detention.

I was given detention once in the 9th grade. I didn't go. The next day I was asked, "Where were you?" I said, "I didn't want to go so I went home." Nothing more was said.

Today, I'm wondering if detention is even legal.

 

[Watertender]

Wait and take care of it off school property....

There was a bully in my school that was real piece of crap. He wasn't only a bully but a thief as well that I knew stole my grandfather's WW2 US Navy watch cap and almost new Western 822 Barlow Knife... I didn't do anything about it then because I was waiting for the right moment. He was thrown out of school and I never got the chance to thank him properly at the time.

Lo and behold!! (I love those prophetic words) Guess who ended up in the prison that I worked at and for child molestation of all things....

Let's just say that the word was passed about the reason he was there and he was richly rewarded for his behavior....

 

[Fox Mike]

Seventh grade and three guys 'picked on me' constantly. Finally I had had enough and we were outside for some reason and the tallest of the bunch came after me. I picked up a large section of a tree limb and when he was close enough I lit into him with it. One of the other two headed toward me and I turned to 'greet ' him with the same limb. That is when our seventh grade teacher, Sister Mary Memoria, stepped in and asked the three of them if they "had had enough or should I turn Frank loose and let him finish all of you?" Never bullied again by anyone.

 

[JohnL]

I had my challengers in High School. I was able to deal with them without too much hassle. In the Seventh grade (1963) I mouthed off once and and an older boy, Wayne Banks, set me right. Being Black, he thought I would rat him out to the Boy's Dean. No way I did that. We got along fine after that.

 

[RESSOR130]

My 15 yo great nephew finished a fight in HS he did not start. This was in March. He got kicked out of school for the remainder of the year & first 3 weeks of this school year. He was being bullied and they said something about his GF.
I grew up in a housing project, late 50's to late 60's. Kids would walk up to you and ask if you wanted to fight. We also had our share of bullies at school. One in particular was picking a fight with a smaller student, when a much bigger guy walked up, grabbed the bully by the collar and asked him if he would like to take him on. The bully p344ed his pants and backed down. The principal came out and asked them if it was over, "yes" was the reply. Sent the bully home to change pants, shook hands with the big guy and went on. I am by no means advocating fighting, but kids will be kids. I got into several fights in school, most of the time we walked away as friends. Even children get pent up, frustrations, etc. Maybe it was a different world back then, but a little tussle was just a release for some.
I can hear the ultra-libs now................

I refer to it as the pussification of America…

 

[bowzette]

I don't know what a broken nose feels like.

Well maybe not the nose but a number of other body parts beat upon-same effect. :-(
But back in the 50s and 60s at least in the South much of the time you were friends after or at least respected one another. No one got a gun or knife to get revenge. And in hunting season the guys trucks (probably unlocked) in the school parking lot had rifles and shotguns to go hunting after school.

 

[Yaworski]

But back in the 50s and 60s at least in the South much of the time you were friends after or at least respected one another.

Once upon a time I was involved in a medical study and I was interviewed by a clinical psychologist on a regular basis. One day after the study questions were finished she asked me why boys would antagonize another boy until a fight ensued but after the fight, everyone was friends.

Now this really blew my mind. The fact that me, an over fed, long haired leaping gnome should be asked a psychology question.

I opined that it was all a test to see if you would stand up for yourself. I continued that it might be a primal behaviour dating back to the days of communal hunts. No one wants to face a big bear with nothing more than a pointed stick unless he knows that he can trust the guy standing behind him. If the new guy won't stand up for himself, he probably can't be trusted to have your back.

The psychologist wrote a bunch of stuff on her notepad and said "that makes sense." She explained that her son had recently started at a new school, and the other boys picked on him, until things came to a head with a fistfight between her son and on of the boys. It baffled her that her son and the boy that he fought were now joined at the hip.

 

[XUSNORDIE]

Most of the fights I was in I hardly knew the other kid/person. Never became friends with any of them, much more even saw them again. However, for a reason I can't recall, I got into a wrestling match out of anger with a good friend of mine. Pretty much a draw, and we were drunk. We were heavily scraped up and bruised. Started laughing at one point and we just stopped. Everything went back to normal. That was 40 years ago.....we still can't remember what it was about.

 

[JohnL]

Maybe it would be a good thing to settle another kid's hash in a ring with gloves? Queensberry Rules? Looking back on my teenage years and asking.

 

[flyer898]

A very long time ago, I was cutting gunsmithing class and hanging out in auto shop. This other kid was trying to bully me. We went into the bathroom to work it out. He threw a punch at my face and I moved my face out of the way. When his arm fully extended the force of his punch dislocated his shoulder. Fight over. An ambulance responded to take the kid away.
A few days later I got called in to see the vice-principal - never went and never heard another word about it.
Fast forward 22 years and my youngest son, going to the same high school, got into a fight. The school brought in a mediator and he boys agreed to get along.
Some of the same teachers and administators were still working there from my school days. Interesting times.

 

[Watchman]

I can honestly say that I fought dozens of kids, both in school and out, over the years.
I switched schools three times before high school, and it seems there were always kids at the new school that wanted to test the new kid.

I had grown up in a smallish suburb of Portland, and it was a lower middle to lower lower class part of town at the time. Fighting is what we did. Even the games we played were violent. They often escalated to fights. I fought with my brothers, the neighborhood kids, and the kids at school too. But, they were usually very short, and when someone said enough it was over. I was sent to the principles office many times.

When I was in third grade, I was transferred to my second school. It was in a more affluent neighborhood. The resident bully targeted me almost immediately, and I whipped him pretty good. He made me angry enough to do so by stabbing me in the leg with a very sharp pencil. A teacher eventually pulled me off of him, and that was my first experience with the new principle, and old lady named Percy Miles. She had a ping pong paddle that she used to administer punishment, but I thought it was a joke. I had zero fear of it. The fights continued.

By fourth grade, they decided to bring in a psychologist to see why I was so violent. That basically discovered that there was nothing psychologically wrong with me, I was just a mean little tough kid. Not a bully, but would not back down from a fight. And by now, there were not too many kids that wanted to try. That changed in fifth grade, when forced integration was introduced.

Up until then, I had only known a couple of black kids, and had never fought one. There just weren't any in the schools I attended or my neighborhood. But now there were, bus loads of them. I had no animus for them, I was actually curious. It became clear that was not reciprocal.

There was one black kid named Gary Washington. He was in my class, and sat next to the pencil sharpener. Every day when I went to sharpen my pencil, he would look at me and say 'Yo mama". I had no idea what he meant. But after a week or so, I replied "Yeah, yo mama too."
Tony flew out of his chair and punched me in the face before I even knew what was happening! I had no idea I had just hurled a mortal insult, so I was not on guard or prepared. Blood started gushing from my bottom lip, and it was on! The teacher broke it up pretty fast, but not before I had rammed Tony's head into the wall, which cut his forehead. He was sent to the school nurse, and I was sent to the principles office.

This happened about an hour before school let out. The black kids were released half an hour earlier so they could load up the busses and clear the parking lot before the other parents came to pick up their kids. As soon as they were released, every black kid in the school congregated outside the principles office foyer, waiting for me to come out so they could gang stomp me. The office had a lower level of windows in the hallway of privacy glass, with clear windows above. When I peered over the privacy glass, they all started making threatening gestures and yelled about how they were going to kick my **s. And they weren't going anywhere. They were already late for their bus.

Fortunately, the principles office foyer also had a wall with windows to the outside that opened, and could not be seen from the hallway. I slipped out one, and laid low until my mom showed up to get me. But I had been marked. I had trouble with the black kids, sometimes multiple, from then on. The next year I switched schools again. And by this time, I had matured enough to realize I didn't always have to fight. Sometimes there were better options, and with a fresh start at a new school I took advantage of them. I decided I liked girls, and they began to interest me more than being a hard guy. And by the time I reached high school, my fighting days were just about finished. All three schools I had attended fed into the high school, and my reputation preceded me. I was left alone, to pursue girls and get into other trouble. ;)

 

[contender]

I think many, if not most of us guys have stories to share of fights, and such when we were kids.

I was taught at a young age to try & avoid it if possible,, because of the potential for injury & pain. Plus,, I was also taught that if it got physical,, let the other person start it,, but do my best to finish it.
Then as a young teen,, I enrolled in martial arts. My Master had a philosophy; "In a fight, your best weapon is your legs,, run like hell! But if you must get physical,, do the least amount of damage to stop it, then stop!"
So I worked hard at avoiding fights. Both for my Dad & my Master.

I was a senior in HS,, and a guy who was known to be a bit of a bully AND who was going into the Marines decided he was gonna beat me up. (He thought the Army were punks.) Three days prior to our school Jr./Sr. prom. When he confronted me,, I tried to walk away. He tried to blindside me by swinging at me. I went into defense and wasn't hit in the back of my head,, but he did clip my nose, breaking it. I got my block in a bit late,, but the movement of that allowed me to get him off balance,, and I hit him HARD twice, and one of those punches broke ribs. I again retreated, and the shop teacher got there. I went to the bathroom to clean up. The teacher asked me if I wanted to handle it in the shop or go to the office. I chose there,, knowing the principal would suspend us both for 5 days, and I wouldn't be able to go to the prom.
That night, in karate class, my class instructor saw my nose,, and asked about it. His views weren't always the same as our Master's. He rode me hard that night. He felt I should have proceeded to give the guy a serious whipping.
The next several weeks of school went by and graduation rolled around. Turns out,, the bully & I had to march alongside each other. We had been sorta getting along,, but not overly friendly. As we finished up, and were marching out,, I asked him if he wanted to have a quick beer,, since we were both headed for the military. He agreed. We quickly went to my car,, which was parked in an out of the way place. I popped the trunk, reached in my ice chest with my left hand & got a Miller pony bottle out. I opened it with my right, handed it to him & as he took it,, I hit him HARD!!!!!!!!! He went out like a light.
I drove up to where my family was, and didn't see him for 7 years.
He had washed out of Marine Corp boot camp. He was working in construction. I walked into a restaurant where he was doing some work. He saw me, I saw him, and my first thought was; "Uh-oh,, he's got a tool belt," and I went to looking for a 2x4. We spoke each other's name as a recognition, and that was it.
About 10 years later,, he came into my family's store.
He & I got to speaking a little. He apologized for starting things in HS, and said he'd been wrong. He admitted that he was acting like a punk bully and deserved what I did to him.
I haven't seen him since.

 

[bowzette]

There's a difference between male and female and it's not just the plumbing. Men are wired to defend, protect, provide, hunt, fight and 30 years of Wokeism isn't going to change genetics.

 

[XP100]

Had my nose broke in the gym locker room by a bully. Went over to the mirror to look at it and the bully was watching me. I grabbed my nose clenched my teeth and twisted and turned it until it was about back where it belonged. Turned around looked at the bully took a couple steps toward him and he hauled ass out of the locker room. Never got bullied by him or anyone else again at school.