<p>Were you caught? How many times? How big were you? How big was the other guy/girl? Who won?</p>
<p>I've been in a couple. I've always been a big guy who was much taller than rest of class , and I do (used to do) martial arts, so I'm actually surprised that I have been considering that I'm not that agressive and let people get away with so much BS.</p>
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<li><p>5th grade- This one guy who was much smaller than me (I was 5'2; he was probably like 4'6) kept calling me a nerd. I put up with that for a couple months every single day. Eventually I chased him down and kicked him. He fell down. He got up and said, "Put you hands up nerd." We fought half-heartedly (neither of us really wanted to hurt the other one, idk why we were fighting.) No one really won.</p></li>
<li><p>7th grade- This is my only real-real fight. It was during PE. I had this one really weird friend in elementary school. He never really talked and he said some really weird (like homocidal) things. I ditched him when we entered Middle school and he hated me for it. He tried to smash my head open with a rock several times that year. One day he came up to me and just tried to start a conversation like nothing had ever happened. He got mad, grabbed me, and started hitting me. I got a couple hits in, and got away as quick as possible. He was much bigger than me. I was like 5'7 and 150 he was like 5'8 and 190. Next period he was waiting outside the band room with a stick so I told the teacher.</p></li>
<li><p>Several Occaisions 7th grade to present- I have one frenemy who is bipolar and likes to test my patience. He his started stuff with me on one of his bipolar fits around 3 times. It usually results to blows to the face from both parties. Neither of us really think anyone of it, and just move on with life. He's currently 6'2 and 200 lbs. I'm 5'11 and 176.</p></li>
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<p>Yeah like I said, Idk how I've been in so many fights. It might be my overall disposition. Most people find me really funny, but some people think that I'm annoying or even insulting. I'm also surprised that I've never been caught. So go on share your stories.</p>
<p>no, no one bothers to pick on me since im kinda muscular </p>
<p>however its fun to watch other people get into fights</p>
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<p>No, no fights, other than minor scuffles with my sister. I tend to forgive others rather than get physical.</p>
<p>Yeah like I said, I’m not aggressive. I think there’s just lots of crazy people where I go to school :)</p>
<p>Yes, I got into 25+ last winter.</p>
<p>For wrestling season. =p</p>
<p>Besides that, no. I haven’t really angered anybody nor has anybody angered me to the point where there were need to be violence. Even if someone did anger me or vice versa, I would try to resolve the problem without using violence.</p>
<p>I’ve been in one “real” fight that I can remember.
It was last year (10th grade), and some kid was talking trash about me for no reason. I’d never met him before, and for some reason he felt the need to trash me to his buddies.
Unfortunately for him, I’m both a) the most well known kid in school (i’m that kid who everyone knows and is friends with without being in the “popular” crowd) and b) the biggest kid in school (6’7", 270).
Anyways, a couple of my friends told me about it on separate occasions, so I confronted him after school. I walked up to him and started to say something when he swung at me. 3 punches and an elbow to the face later he had a broken nose, a bloody lip, and was incapacitated on the ground.
That was the last time anyone has ever really tried to fight me.</p>
<p>^ haha jimbosteve. I would expect nothing less from you.</p>
<p>If i said - i like to see the bad guys to get beat - would that disgust you? (just wondering). </p>
<p>I got into a few school fights as a very young kid. i also participated in all the fighting games that are typical of young kids i think. Tons of mammals extensively play-fight though. i think it’s a pretty natural thing at a younger age, until we have it impressed on us that, no, we are not growing up to live in the crazy wild, but in a society created by humans where that kind of activity has serious limits :).</p>
<p>by the way i love threads like this. i want to hear about what kind of primal fights us erudite ccers got into.</p>
<p>Verbal fights, yes. Physical fights, no.</p>
<p>I love people way too much</p>
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<p>In a fair fight? I’m more ambivalent in that case. Personally, I like to see people win fights of self-defense, and I like to see such fights won convincingly. </p>
<p>But I’m no fan of lynch-mobs, even if they’re off in search of “bad guys.” Court trials and other forums for argumentation are supremely preferable to persecution by whim.</p>
<p>I was almost mugged up in Chicago, but one of the guys recognized me as my mom’s daughter and they were old high school classmates.</p>
<p>i got hit in the face by a kid on a bike in flint Michigan. i was lost trying to find my way back to my grandma’s house from the store. he circled in big loops around me a few times, and then when he was driving down the pavement towards me he stuck out his fist as he pedaled by. i was 13. it was kind of traumatic. i ran as fast as i could away and luckily ended up at the fence on the backside of my grandma’s house, which i wiggled under to safety. </p>
<p>i’m not sure how much it impacted me - but there was definitely this feeling of imperviousness to such things that was wiped away a bit that day. otherwise i’ve been a safe duckling though.</p>
<p>@Jimbo</p>
<p>its kinda like that show called COPS. you love to see the cops chase those criminals down especially the high speed chases, however you would never try to escape a cop. It actually not disgusting…</p>
<p>Is it wrong that I enjoyed Dglamar’s story :/</p>
<p>A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I was playing in a little league baseball game. I was around 8 at the time, and I was the star of my team. In my two previous at bats I homered to left field. After my first two homers I was justifiably confident, to the point of cockiness. As it turned out, my group of friends was on one team, and the rival group of friends was on the others. Anyways, when I got up for the 3rd time in the 5th inning, my team was up 6-2. I knew we had the game all wrapped up, so I decided to have a bit of fun. I pointed my bat to the left field fence and called my shot, just like Babe Ruth. My confidence caused me to overlook one thing: the other team put in their all-star fireballer who threw up to 60mph (incredibly fast for our age!). As I dug in and got ready to hit another home run, I saw the pitcher grimace as he wound up. I tried to duck but it was too late. WHAM - the ball smacked me right in my back. That was it. The other kid obviously beaned me, it was his turn to get hurt. I dropped my bat and charged the mound. My team left the bench and charged behind me, their team did the same from the field. Punches were thrown, hair was pulled, yo mama jokes were made, it was madness. Even the coaches got into it (I learned later that one was having an affair with the other’s wife). After a few minutes of brawling the police came and broke us up. I left with a broken nose and a few bruises. The pitcher who threw at me in the first place suffered a concussion and a black eye. I don’t like to admit it, but the fight was a draw. We both ended up getting permanently suspended by the league, which is why I play tennis. I have yet to fight someone in tennis, but I’m sure the time will come.</p>
<p>I see your name is “good” noodle. I would assume that your self-proclaimed goodness would preclude you from getting into such petty altercations.</p>
<p>On a related note, I once was involved in a fight with noodles. It started out innocuously. I wanted to see if my spaghetti was fully cooked, so I decided to throw a noodle on the wall to see if it would stick. At the moment that the noodle was released from my hand, a friend of mine stepped right into the path of its trajectory. The piece of spaghetti proceeded to slap him in the face. He turned to me and gave me a look of utter incredulity. “How could a dear friend do something so horrendous?” his look said to me. He then dipped his hand into the steaming pot of cooking noodles and grabbed a fistful of pasta. With noodles in hand, he punched me right where it hurt: in the noodle. (Now, I am using this in a figurative sense, so do not be confused. Although I’ve used “noodle” in a literal sense up until this point, I am now using it to mean my head. I apologize if this brought you any momentary disorientation that removed you from the gripping story.) I understood his strong physical response; after all, I had just humiliated him by throwing a wet noodle at his exposed cheek. Even so, I retaliated by pouring the pot of noodles all over his noodle. As his face and arms scalded red-hot, I could only smile at my handiwork. With only the might of my body and the cleverness of my brain, I had been able to totally incapacitate my rival. Job well done, Studious. Job well done.</p>
<p>aw this thread turned into storytime with a flavor of eccentricity :3.</p>