The one time I got violent as a kid was when I was bullied by one of these shitheads. He would take my lunch money, smack books out of my hands, shove me into lockers, and call me a faggot all the time. He made me blow up when he made fun of my disabled mother. He started with that shit and I hit him in his face. Then I bashed his head against a locker a couple times. My math teacher (who was short and small) rushed in to pull me off of the bully. I elbowed him in the face thinking that he was one of the bully’s buddies. I remember going to the principal’s office. I was in tears. He pulled out my records. Saw I was an honor roll student and had a pretty clean record. He also knew the other kid failed sixth grade twice and was suspended 1/3 of the year. Normally my actions would have led to a suspension. Also considering the fact that I hit my math teacher (he said that it was an accident), I probably should have gotten a suspension. Instead I got two weeks of after school detention alone with the principal. It wasn’t that bad of a punishment. We basically talked about life. After that, the fuckups left me alone. I apologized for accidentally hitting the math teacher. He was actually my favorite teacher.