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Other knuckleheads would bother me two at a time, and I would just haul off and double (one time even triple) slap them like the Three Stooges (then I would run like Hades).
One "conventional" fight I got into was in the locker room. Someone punched me and was taunting me into getting into a fight with them. All I remember was that there was a very small crowd around us, it was quiet and no one moved; everyone was waiting for someone to make the next move. Then I just punched old dude in the mouth, knocking him into a row of lockers (and again running off). He caught me and was twisting my arm until a teacher broke us up. No one was sent to the office, but he never bothered me after that.
Another "fight" involved a girl
who (now that I think about it, I'm not 100% sure it was her) snuck a blow on me during a class change. Furious (and this was the final days of 8th grade and I was tired of being harassed), I turned around and literally kicked her square in the butt with as much force as I could muster. And then (you guessed it), I ran down the hall. She caught up with me and pushed me into a row of lockers, at which point I literally blacked out, b/c I have NO recollection of what happened during the black out period, and no one ever told me the story. When I came to, I was on my stomach and literally slid into my 3rd period classroom, my books and papers scattered all over the hallway. At that point the altercation was over. I wish someone had a camcorder to tape it because that is one of my life's biggest mysteries. I do know that I had a large bloody gash in my left shoulder (probably being shoved into the lockers) that took weeks to heal and the scar is still there to this day.
ETA: During my middle and high school years, I went through 4 pairs of glasses due to harassment related altercations. But to some people, I may have had it easy. Who knows?
While I had 3-4 very minor altercations in high school, mostly during freshman and sophomore years, they were nowhere near the scale they were in 8th grade. Though I am looking for D. Holmes, c/o '89 who hit me in the NASDAQ during a game of dodgeball in gym class, 'cause I wanna remind him of the pain he caused me. (J/K, I'm over it now
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