Some dude hit me with a two by four in woodshop, 9th grade. It wasn't a hard hit, cause he fuckin tossed it across the room, but it hurt like hell. Now I was a wee chubster at this point. I had legs, from carrying my fat arse everywhere, and I'd just started losing lotsa weight at the time, but I still had the chubs.So I fuckin launch myself after the guy after finishing a cringy screaming rage about killing him for throwing it at me. Chased him down the hall, he took ahard right and I did one of those scrabbly-turns to follow him. Tackled him into a snowbank once we got outside. We beat the shit outta eachother, and I broke his knuckles. NExt week we were inseparable best buds, shared a locker all 10th grade too. We even used to drink weird homebrew shit before gym class.
Uh, 11th year someone left more than a couple dimebags of purple in the geometry room, over the weekend. It fucking STANKY on monday right?
So all the 12th grader 'dudes' and their friends would come up to the class while it was in session, open it, take a big whiff, go "ahhhhhh" then flip the teach a thumbs up, and leave. Funniest fuckin shit I ever saw, not gonna lie. After the third time, the teacher couldn't even be arsed to give them detention. The room was stanky for a good three days or so.
Again in 11th year, winter, we had this MASSIVE ass fucking snow pile out in the parking lot, near the middle of winter. All the parking lot plows piled snow up on this bigass thing, and we'd had several blizzards in a row. So some guy gets the bright idea to make it into a slide right? So he spends days smoothing out this path for a slide down the side of the thing. When it's finally ready, he announces it on facebook to his mates. Someone fucking places a bump in the centre of it, near the bottom. Buddy goes down it, his face is blue when he hits the bottom. Got nicknamed ballbreaker for months after that, poor guy.
Last one, actually a combination of my 12 year, and some aftergrad. So there was this gril, i kinda had the hots for her (a lot) but I didn't get along with some of her friends. Eventually she hooks up with this guy, like a 400 pound blubber whale. Meanwhile she's this tiny little thing. She's like barely 5 feet, and I could lift her with one arm, she weighed like 70-90 or something. He's fucking about 5'10-6', and he weighs enough to make bleachers creak, and that you'd never want him sitting on you. So they hook up, and after a while he starts BLATANTLY bragging about every detail of their sex life while he's on break. He had the same break as me, and he admitted later to doing it just to get on my nerves. So I always carried around a pocket knife. Specifically a CRKT M16 for woodshop and general utility. When I didn't have woodshop or anything that needed utility, I had my swiss army knife with the smaller blade, just for messing around with. I was playing around with my CRKT during break one day, just idly cutting paper, twirling it and shit, with my headphones on as I watched some videos on my laptop. Apparently he got scared and saw this as a threat (I didn't even register his presence that day ngl)
So the guy fuckin runs to the Dean and tells her that he fears for his safety, and I bring a knife to school, and I threaten him with it etc. So I get called in, that same day, and the Dean tells me that she knows I have a knife, but I could be brought in for criminal charges etc etc. So I say "yeah sure miss, I've got a knife", and I pull a plastic butter knife outta my bag. She looks at me. I know she knows I'm lying, cause she's seen my knife before. But I'd also always been on good terms with her, and nobody ever beleived a word the other guy said.
So she talks me into giving up me 'knife' and I hand over my swiss army blade (mainly because I didn't really wanna get any shitty criminal charges). Again, she knows that it's not the 'knife' that was spoken of, but she lets it go at this point. Because if I /were/ to hand in the CRKT, I'd have to be expelled because it's not legally a tool.
Fast forward a couple weeks, this guy is bragging about his grades, and how he got my knife taken away from me etc (She told him my knife had been confiscated, but not which one). So I decided to be slightly edgy, and I nonchalantly take out my CRKT and start etching random shapes into the table, and holy shit he shut up so fast.
Fast foward another couple weeks, graduation time. The guy failed 12th grade and got held back. His tiny girlfriend got transferred to a delinquency school, and he's basically pissed off everyone he knew, with the exception of a select few weirdos.
Fast foward a year, and I get a text from the girl, I still had her on facebook. She's lolpregnant, whaleman left her, and she and wants my advice.
>16 and pregnant. Cornwall's a shitty place.