If it’s any condolence I got my ass whopped in high school one time because I used to get picked on for how I spoke (I’m pretty articulate with my words), and how different I was from everyone else. Mind you, I’m like 90 lbs, 5 feet, and tiny at the time, and I had trouble carrying my textbook and backpack I was legit that weak.
Come 4-5th period, this chick who I’m guessing was probably one of the female basketball players, 6 foot at least, 100 lbs heavier than myself, decides it’s cool to start poking fun at me and calling me names. At the time I had taken an interest in girls, and she’d constantly dog me out for that. I’m really not one to pick a fight so I tried to ignore her, she managed to walk over, get in my face, and starting poking me in my shoulder and my neck. I felt my eyes tearing up because I was legit terrified. I started off kindly asking her to fuck off, after a while before I know it, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs trying to push her away because she’s close, and her boobs are pressing against my forehead. I don’t know if I was really that weak but she tossed me around like a stick, and beat my ass something fierce until the teacher returned.
So I go home, I’m crying, depressed, terrified to show up the next day until I had a golden idea. My moms always had a taser in the trunk of her car, so I shoved it in my backpack for tommorow just in case. Low and behold it was going to be a repeat of the previous day, so here she comes, big bad wolf, pushing my desk and shaking it. Once again, I’m about to cry and start tearing up. I’m out of seat getting shoved around, and my fight senses kick into full over drive. Before I even stepped foot in the class I went to the bathroom and put the taser in my pocket for quick access if I needed to. Back to the situation it was like it was happening in slow motion, and I tazed the shit out this girl for what felt like forever. I didn’t care if I killed her or not at the moment, I was THAT upset and angry at her. At this point I’m just bawling and crying while zapping this chick with well over 7,000 volts worth of electricity.
I ended up getting suspended despite me explaining what happened and the principle and police viewing the situation on the classroom cameras they have in the rooms at the campus, and they told my mom I was in the wrong because I could’ve killed her, regardless of if I was defending myself. Stupid janky ass school systems. Mind you, this was a very rough school, and I did what I thought was best for my own protection. My mom drove me home and gave me a hug and told me I did the best I could. So I’m glad she understood. My dad did too. He used to always tell me to protect myself by any means.
When I returned everyone thought I was the crazy person. Everyone. No one wanted to talk to me, and miss big bad wolf constantly shot me the eye, and I kindly voiced that I will gladly shock the life out of her if she so much as breathes in my direction. That was around 9 or 10th grade. I got a message from her not to long ago, trying to apologize for whatever guilt she’s been feeling as we grew up, and I still cussed her out and threatened to taze her yet again. I know I should be forgiving, but I did nothing wrong to you in highschool and you chose to Try and beat me within an inch of my life because I was simply different than you.
You can call that cheating or dishing a cheap shot or whatever you want, but i just wanted to go to school to learn and get an education, not worry about whether I come home with a bloody nose or not on any given day.
Anyways, I’m not sure what your situation revolves around entirely, but if you have to, protect yourself by any means, because it seems lately us young folks are killing eachother off more and more frequently.
Stay safe bud.
