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I've copied and pasted my essay on one from another thread:
I've copied and pasted my essay on one from another thread:
When I was 16 I wondered into a rival houses common room, it was normal to do so as people often had friends in different houses. A boy playing pool I'd never really spoken to told me to fuck off and I replied I'd do no such thing. He said something derogatory about my mother so I picked up the 8 ball and skipped it off the table top into his hip.
His face was transfixed with rage and he swiftly rounded the table, leveled his cue and charged at me! I sidestepped and he clattered into the lockers, then I grabbed hold of the cue and we wrestled each other into the corridor. I utilised my judo and ended up in top position with him face down, my forefinger and thumb pressing painfully into the sides of his neck.
I told him it was over and that I was going to let him up, but upon being released the cur tried to strike me with the cue he still grasped in his cowardly fingers. I karate blocked the strike with my left forearm which sustained me the most damage i received during the encounter and I reached forwards and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with my right. Spinning him clockwise round and holding him by the neck and arm I then ran him down the 15ft of corridor and accelerated his face into the firedoor.
He crumpled to the floor and remained still for what must have been an instant but felt like at least three. A wail unlike any I heard escaped him, doing very little to my constitution and then he rose unsteadily to his feet and ran past me crying and holding his head.
I went home feeling the sword of damacles dangling above my head and sure enough I was called into the headmasters office the next day to explain myself. The boy had required stitches and the father wanted to press for ABH, but the school managed tomolify him with punishment being kept in house. I was told not to return until my final exams several months away and that I would not be returning for A levels thereafter.
Harsh I think as at no point after the 8 ball was thrown did I try to continue the fight, but there you are. I went on to go to a state funded college/high-school where I met my wife and never saw the boy again.
My younger brother and sister never had any trouble afterwards, I hope in some part due to my actions.
His face was transfixed with rage and he swiftly rounded the table, leveled his cue and charged at me! I sidestepped and he clattered into the lockers, then I grabbed hold of the cue and we wrestled each other into the corridor. I utilised my judo and ended up in top position with him face down, my forefinger and thumb pressing painfully into the sides of his neck.
I told him it was over and that I was going to let him up, but upon being released the cur tried to strike me with the cue he still grasped in his cowardly fingers. I karate blocked the strike with my left forearm which sustained me the most damage i received during the encounter and I reached forwards and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck with my right. Spinning him clockwise round and holding him by the neck and arm I then ran him down the 15ft of corridor and accelerated his face into the firedoor.
He crumpled to the floor and remained still for what must have been an instant but felt like at least three. A wail unlike any I heard escaped him, doing very little to my constitution and then he rose unsteadily to his feet and ran past me crying and holding his head.
I went home feeling the sword of damacles dangling above my head and sure enough I was called into the headmasters office the next day to explain myself. The boy had required stitches and the father wanted to press for ABH, but the school managed tomolify him with punishment being kept in house. I was told not to return until my final exams several months away and that I would not be returning for A levels thereafter.
Harsh I think as at no point after the 8 ball was thrown did I try to continue the fight, but there you are. I went on to go to a state funded college/high-school where I met my wife and never saw the boy again.
My younger brother and sister never had any trouble afterwards, I hope in some part due to my actions.