I went to a Jr High school (7th and 8th grade) where the school
district kept their flunkies. They just passed them right along,
regardless of grades and behavioral problems until they got to
Jr. High, and then kept them there until they dropped out. I went
to school, at 12 yrs old, with guys that had beards! Heck they
drove themselves to school! I got my butt whupped every single
day, most often, numerous times per day. For a long, long time,
I never fought back. Even the guys that were my age, all hit
puberty before I did, and were just huge compared to me. Even
if you fought, you had to fight 12 of the guys' friends at the same
time. If the fight went to the ground, tons of kids would come up
for s's and g's and kick the living crap out of you.
One kid, I couldn't cross his path without him beating the living
daylights out of me. My dad, a recently retired marine, gave the
advice of "punch them in the mouth". :shrug: Well this guy, I
decided after a year and a half of him pounding on me, would get
ONE hit from me. I figured the beating he'd give me would be no
worse than the one he'd give me anyways. So if I saw him first,
I'd go up to him and hit him just as hard as I could in the back,
back of the head, whatever. I was right, the beating was no
worse. After 2 weeks, he took me aside, and said, "look .. if you
don't mess with me, I won't mess with you." We shook on it, and
never fought again. It was then that I realized, that sometimes,
you just got to take a stand, regardless of the consequences.
So I fought a LOT the rest of that year. Never won a single one,
because they were ALL much bigger than I. But the fights slowly
decreased to where sometimes I could go a week without getting
pounded on.
On the flip side of that, I hit puberty, and it seemed like I shot
from 4' 11" to 5' 9" over the summer. During that summer I
became obsessed with body building and packed on a lot of
muscle. When I got back to school as a freshman, I towered over
those guys. I became the bully! I had a chip on my shoulder like
you wouldn't believe, and for YEARS, I'd fight anyone that was
looking for a fight. If someone would say, "What are you looking
at?!?!?" the fight was on. Win or lose, I got my rocks off from
fighting, drawing blood or being bloody. I'm glad I grew up. But
in MY opinion .. had I fought back from day 1 ... I don't think I
would've had that chip on my shoulder. A year and a half of
crawling on my belly gave me 10 years of attitude. Feeling
anything negative from someone made it 100% necessary for me
to kick their tail. I hurt some good, decent people
Take that for whatever you'd like. The lesson I'd like to impart to
my child is .. if you can walk away WITHOUT getting hit, then do it.
But if someone wants to hurt you, kick their ***.