Childhood Fights

[CrimsonTide4]

Originally posted by TonyB06
so, lemme see if I got this skraight....

1. A girl, not named Laliah Ali or Queen of Crunk's mama, sneaks you in public (C-)
2. You then hit said girl (F-)
3. You then run from the girl you just hit (D)
4. She catches you (D-)
5. She then smacks you with her pimp hand into a row of lockers? (F- -)

Somehow, I'm not seeing this experience as your finest hour on the planet, dude.

Tony, let it be KNOWN that THIS right here is CLASSIC. You said F MINUS. I have not said that since 3 years ago when this boy had a 2% F in my class. Oh and then it dropped to a 0.6% F a week later. I told him and his mama F MINUS MINUS MINUS!!! She told me he was gifted. I told her indeed he is. That is amazing that a person comes to school everyday and produces NADA DAYUM THANG.

[Rain Man]

Originally posted by TonyB06
so, lemme see if I got this skraight....

1. A girl, not named Laliah Ali or Queen of Crunk's mama, sneaks you in public (C-)

Correct!

2. You then hit said girl (F-)

No, I did not HIT her, I literally tried to put my foot in her butt.

3. You then run from the girl you just hit (D)

That was my modus operandi, hit and run.

4. She catches you (D-)

More or less.

5. She then smacks you with her pimp hand into a row of lockers? (F- -)

No, she SHOVED me into a row of lockers. What happened after that, who knows?

Somehow, I'm not seeing this experience as your finest hour on the planet, dude.

NO SUEDE, SHERLOCK!

ETA: Seeing my grades you gave me, I seriously doubt that I could've gotten a 4.0 GPA based solely on the nature of how the incident started (i.e. Had I beat the girl to a bloody pulp, I would've gotten F MINUS MINUS MINUS MINUS across the board for being an Ike Turner aspirant.

[abaici]

I'm not even going to comment on the girl fight...but why did the hit and run thing have me cracking up!

[Sugar_N_Spice]

This thread is hilarious! It indeed brought back some memories...here are the ones that stick out:

One Fight
For a while when I was in mid-elementary school, I was kind of a troublemaker and I ran with a tough crowd. There was a girl named Michelle at my school who was sort of a bully and the leader of our clique. I would basically do whatever she told me to do b/c I was scared of her (she was older than me, too). Well, for some reason, we got into a fight and she beat me up! Once my Mom found out about what was going on at school--in particular about me being scared of Michelle--I was given the ultimatum we all know too well: "You better go back to school and beat her a$$ or I'm going to beat yo a$$ when you get home!" Y'all, my Mom was raised in the projects, and she MEANT what she told me!! So, you can guess how this ended--I went back to school the next day and beat the isht out of her. That was our one and only fight and the end of my problems with her...
What was funny about my issues with Michelle, is that I had about 4 or 5 fights with her sister Stephanie (who was the same age as me). We each one some of them. We would be cool for a minute, but for whatever reason (ok, b/c we each talked smack) we would. But Stephanie and I ended up friends later on.

Fight Two
When I was groing up, I was always the girl that people thought they could pick on. At the risk of sounding vain, some girls were jealous of me for being smart, pretty, etc. Anyway, in the 6th grade, there was this one girl in particluar named Jennifer that used to always have something bad to say about me and conitnuously picked on me. Well, one day we were outside at reccess, and she started talking trash about me again. I got fed up, and started clowning her back. I even clowned n her Momma!!! She got pissed, and we commenced to fighting. I beat that girl like she stole something! I wrapped her hair around my hand and pulled, and drilled to her face with my other hand. When I got tired of socking her, I let her go and a ball of her hair was in my hands (I feel bad about this now, but back then she deserved it). I blew her hair into the air, and everyone busted up laughing. Needless to say, she NEVER bothered me again.

[CrimsonTide4]

OH DAYUM!!!

And here I thought that you were all sweet and stuh.

[CrimsonTide4]

achhoooo!! (doing TTT a little differently)

anymore fights?

[Queencece]

My childhood fights were crazy. I got jumped in the third grade because of jealousy. Hey, I ain't no fool. It was 3 against 1, so I took it.

I used to fight this one girl that lived 3 doors down from me everyday in the second grade. Her mother and my mother were friends in high school and the girl and I went to school together. Well, we fought EVERY DAY after school and the older kids loved it. Anytime they wanted to see a fight, I would be ready. I was a lil hot headed when I was younger. I even busted the chick in the head with a brush for talking smack. She had a big knot on her head for the longest. I'm not proud of it, but it happened. Out of us fighting everyday, she won 2 times and that was because I was distracted. Now, we can look back on it and laugh. We talk about it every now and again. We are cool, not that friendly, but cool. I am much more level headed now.

Another time, I was fighting this spanish girl and I didn't lose and I didn't win and she didn't either. It was a tie because she was a tad bit bigger and harder to knock out.

After grade school, the fights were VERY scarce.

This one dude in Jr High I fought on the first day of seventh grade and won I had detention all day.

In ninth, I fought a guy and won because he pulled my hair.
Another time in ninth, I fought a chick because she stole my bracelet. She wouldn't fully fight me, but I leave my name, addy, and phone number so she could call me when she was ready to get that @___ beat!

In eighth, I wanted to fight another girl, but she wouldn't. I taunted her for months, but she never would fight.

In eleventh, I taunted another girl, but she wouldn't fight either. To this day, when I go to the store she works in she will run from the cash register and not look at me or talk to me. I have tried to be civil, but she won't listen. I don't know what the problem is because we are grown now, but I guess she can't let it go. Oh well, some people won't accept that I have changed. I'm not the TERROR that I used to be.

That's all I can remember.

Q

[Sugar_N_Spice]

Originally posted by TonyB06
so, lemme see if I got this skraight....

1. A girl, not named Laliah Ali or Queen of Crunk's mama, sneaks you in public (C-)
2. You then hit said girl (F-)
3. You then run from the girl you just hit (D)
4. She catches you (D-)
5. She then smacks you with her pimp hand into a row of lockers? (F- -)

Somehow, I'm not seeing this experience as your finest hour on the planet, dude.

This has GOT to be one of THE greatest quotes in GC History. I laughed for alomost 5 mintes straight off of this--and it's not new to me.

Sorry, CT4--no new fights to post Anyway, I don't want y'all thinking I am really not the sweet, angelic person I am today...

[jojapeach]

I watched many a fight, but I never instigated. I escaped a fight when some folks made up some crap to tell the toughest chick in 4th grade, Tamara. That chesty girl looked like a 7th grader. I'm glad I got out of that one. If a girl is the first person to ask you, "You wanna scrap?", she might whup your azz.

But I'm not innocent. I was picked on a lot because I was "pleasantly plump" and smart. Easy target. I had to defend myself plenty of times. The most memorable one was against Stacey in Mrs. Silliman's 6th grade social studies class. Stacey and I had problems the year before, and I never understood why since we were supposed to be friends. (I think his skinny self was jealous that I had more meat on my bones than he ever would.) So, we're doing an arts and crafts project involving tie-dye, thread, and (safe) needles. For some reason, Stacey is convinced that I stole "his" needle. I tried to reason with him that it wasn't his, and that fool took it upon himself to haul off and hit me dead in the eye. I don't quite recall grabbing my eye, crying, or asking "WHYYYYYY?" I do know that I moved too quick for Mrs. Silliman, and I proceeded to slam those skin and bones over and over into the wall. I punched him in a bunch of places, but my parents still wonder why I didn't hit back in the eye. I don't know either, but a lot of folks never looked at me the same after that. (But I didn't become "Iron Mike" or anything...)

The one time that I got myself tore out the frame was in 4th grade against a transfer named Kristi. We had a party in the classroom, and I spilled punch on her leather Keds. I was wiping the punch off the floor, and the heffa got rude and demanded that I clean off her sneakers. I saw nothing, plus I wasn't going out like that. So I got some attitude back and said, "Do it yourself, you so bad." Fast forward 40 minutes, and Kristi has a group of folks behind me and my lil bro who was in Kindergarten. She got 3 cousins with her including a big 7th grade girl. Yeah, Kristi laid into me, but it wasn't right that that big girl socked me in the stomach. I actually threw up all over myself, but some got on her, too. I still give props to my lil bro for swinging his bag and hitting the big girl on her back. He broke his big, hard, construction orange Tupperware lunch box protecting me. (But this is the same lil bro who got into a street fight in the main intersection of the subdivision with another kid while they were both in Kindergarten; what does that tell you?) That was the only fight I completely lost.

* Was that last fight a precursor to Dave Chappelle's "When Keepin' It Real Goes Wrong"? *

[CrimsonTide4]

Okay almost 2 years later and I still shed tears reading Tony's analysis and grading of Rain Man's fight.

[FeeFee]

Originally posted by CrimsonTide4
Okay almost 2 years later and I still shed tears reading Tony's analysis and grading of Rain Man's fight.

The analysis shall go down in GC history.

[Tickled Pink 2]

Potential fight:

In 5th grade - boy #1 was upset that his best friend (boy #2) and I were becoming good friends (I was a bit of a tomboy), so he told boy #2 that I said a bunch of untruths about him. Boy #2 was very tall for his age and communicated in the middle of our the class that he was going to kick my @## at recess. I didn't know what was up, but I wasn't going to be punked. I was reading a book that my teacher gave me and tore it in 1/2 (still don't know how - maybe it was raggedy??? Adrenaline maybe??). Everyone in class kept saying "Dang, she ripped a book in 1/2..." and he kept looking at me apprehensively - needless to say = no fight at recess.

Jump Rope Fight:

This girl that was 2 years older jumped in our kiddie game of jump rope (6th grade). I yanked the rope & it yoked her around the neck. Mind you - shamefully, I couldn't jump double dutch AT ALL and had to jump single rope with the ...um... other persuasion.... . So Big girl goes - "Who yanked the rope?" The girl on the other end didn't say anything, but was skinny and looking terrified. I was thinking "She gon' kill this white girl", so I said "I DID!" She pulled the sucka move, acted like she was walking away and grabbed me in a headlock. That was the 1st body slam that I ever had. She had a head full of hair that cam down her back, so I grabbed a buch of it. So basically, the rest of the fight was me ripping her bald on one side and her flinging me around trying to get me off. Po thang - she was a Pastor's daughter (bad as he you know what - so she had to explain the fight) - had 1/2 of her hair missing on the side of her head, and had to wear ponytails for a minute.

Potential Fight:

Spat in someone's face who ticked me off in high school (a guy). ONe of my ex's jumped in b4 I got my behind kicked.

Last fight:

An underclassman iritated me (I don't know what we were fussing about). Anyway, I grabbed her & put her head in the toilet bowl. End of fight.

[Tickled Pink 2]

Originally posted by jojapeach


The one time that I got myself tore out the frame was in 4th grade against a transfer named Kristi. We had a party in the classroom, and I spilled punch on her leather Keds. I was wiping the punch off the floor, and the heffa got rude and demanded that I clean off her sneakers. I saw nothing, plus I wasn't going out like that. So I got some attitude back and said, "Do it yourself, you so bad." Fast forward 40 minutes, and Kristi has a group of folks behind me and my lil bro who was in Kindergarten. She got 3 cousins with her including a big 7th grade girl. Yeah, Kristi laid into me, but it wasn't right that that big girl socked me in the stomach. I actually threw up all over myself, but some got on her, too. I still give props to my lil bro for swinging his bag and hitting the big girl on her back. He broke his big, hard, construction orange Tupperware lunch box protecting me. (But this is the same lil bro who got into a street fight in the main intersection of the subdivision with another kid while they were both in Kindergarten; what does that tell you?) That was the only fight I completely lost.

* Was that last fight a precursor to Dave Chappelle's "When Keepin' It Real Goes Wrong"? *

LOLLOLLOL! 'cause I can hear that segment in my head right now.

[FeeFee]

Soror TP2, I am sitting here with tears in my eyes from reading your fight stories. I caught a visual of the jumprope around ole girl's neck and lost it. BWAHAHAHA!!!

[Tickled Pink 2]

Originally posted by FeeFee
Soror TP2, I am sitting here with tears in my eyes from reading your fight stories. I caught a visual of the jumprope around ole girl's neck and lost it. BWAHAHAHA!!!

It's funny now , but back then when she turned around, this recorder kept playing over & over in my head "OMG - nowwhy'd youdothat, why'dyoudothat?" Girrrrl, I saw my life flash before my face.