This is a very relevant post. Just kidding.
I actually got a lot of my love for fist fights due to Cookie Monster. For those who don't know who it is, I linked a video with a blue muppet. He basically rips cookies apart. Anyway, when I was a little boy I used to watch Sesame Street for an hour. It was for two reasons: Cookie Monster, and Elmo. Cookie Monster would always find a reason to see a cookie, try to keep himself from eating them, then just destroy whatever was keeping him from eating them. Once, he put a cookie in a safe, and all I rmeember was the safe being gone a few moments later. To a five year old, that was cool. That fueled my rage to do things that were cool. Later on, I played games like Tony Hawk Pro Skater 2 for the N64. My skater (Tony Hawk) was doing kickflips and all sorts of stuff. It was cool, right? Yeah! Then later still, we got games like Tenchu and Tekken Tag Tournament. Gorgeous games. All cool. All involving violence. I realized that fighting was cool, and cool was Cookie Monster. Cookie Monster was FIGHTING! And here I am today, watching fights. And sometimes getting into them.
[video=youtube;DQQgT7YxEFc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQQgT7YxEFc[/video]
A day late? Meh, I'll post anyways.
CONFESSION TIME!!!
I'm going to regret writing this post, I know it.
Grade 10... Probably my most memorable year of highschool yet! I guess, to put it lightly, I was kind of not a good kid that year. I may have done a few things I regret, one of those things being what this post is all about.
Please don't judge me, I was not in my senses at that time. I regret all my actions from that short time period.
Well, here goes...
I remember it like it was yesterday (it was actually the last day of school, 2012). My friends and I were hanging out in the school cafeteria. This ninth grader walked up to us, and said that my mom was gay. I didn't really like that. But, instead of ignoring him, you know what I did? I threw a punch right to his face. I feel terrible about it now, and completely regret it, but I did. Anyway, since he wanted to prove that he was "tough", he punched me back. For such a small 9th grader, it was pretty hard, and it hurt. Of course, then my friends threw out some lines of encouragement. They said, instead of walk away, they said "You're really gonna let a little kid hit you? Hit him back". Of course, I obeyed. I hit him in the side of the face this time. There were no teachers around. That kid's "gang" showed up then, and began to help him. So my friends got involved as well. I do not really remember too many details beyond that point, but I do remember the principal coming, and one of the ninth graders going to the hospital for a broken nose. We were slightly outnumbered , but I guess you could still say we "won" the fight. Ya, we got some good blows, but we got them better overall. Seeing as it was the last day of school, we could not get punished any worse than a rest of the day suspension. But even still, my dad wasn't pleased. What's worse is when he asked why I came home with a bloody nose, I had to make a full confession, even though the principal had already told him all about it. Ya, that was not an overly exciting way to end off the tenth grade...
I have apologized numerous times, to both myself and everybody involved since then, but I still feel guilty about it. I think that may have been the number one worst day of highschool for me.
And like I said above, don't judge me for what you just read. I :?ed up, and I know it. I regret it, I'm sorry about it, and I know the consequence of my actions. I am not like that anymore, as that was just over a year ago.