I was (and am) intelligent, but at the time I was a major league hothead and frankly rather lackadaisical. On top of that, I was from a rather churchy family, and rather large and powerful for my age (I was 5'9" at the beginning of 7th grade)
Regardless, my dad made me start playing football because he thought having the avenue to vent would make me get into fights less often, largely because he had given up on other routes. I had this teacher who I was distantly related, so I would always do and say things in her class that were evil as **** (not to her, to my fellow students) because I almost never got in trouble. This climaxed in me picking up this weenie loudmouth and shaking him around when he would not shut the hell up. People still ask me about the story in which everyone heard his change hitting the floor. I was always neck deep in trouble. The school had almost 1000 students and all the VPs in knew me by name.
The part that kills me is that whenever I had to go to a friends house their parents thought I was a saint because I was generally polite and-at the time-rarely swore or instigated. I also-believe it or not-had very high ideals on how women should be treated at the time.
That was all in middle school. By high school that was for the most part pat me. Well, there was the one time a bunch of us threw a dude into a dumpster full of sheet rock and he came out covered with it. And then there was the 'fake wires' in electronics class (we would take a small wire, remove the copper and stick small pieces of copper in either end so it would look like a wire and not conduct and totally **** up your circuit) and in football I got chewed out for throwing forearms to the throat when the other guy was being an ass. I was the ass who was constantly running people over in gym class (sometimes its easier to go through someone than around!) though most of the people I ran over had it going for them and I was very careful not to run over girls

. Well a couple times I hit one because I did not see her-believe it or not, I do not have 360 degree vision, and 6'0 240lbs does not stop on a dime-but I always helped her up and promptly apologized. I'm such a gentlemen

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I took the battery out of my sister's car when she pissed me off and hid it, and later when she threw me out of her car onto the street I simply walked off and took a stroll. (She was responsible for me and got into a lot of trouble.) She drove me to school because I had to wait a while to get a license for reasons I will not disclose (no, not crime) and she would always rush me and then not be ready. But if I was late once it was ok if she made us late like 20 times.. I hated that ****.
So boys and girls, do you think I am a lover or a fighter?
