Everyone Has A Story, Here's One Of Mine

 

I've been thinking of writing an autobiography or memoir, but it just never comes together for me, but I figured if I write one story at a time and post it on my blog maybe once a month, I can do that. Maybe one day I'll pull all the stories together and put them in a book but for now I'll just share some stories with you about my childhood and into adulthood. Some of the stories will be happy, some sad and some horrific because that was my childhood. But they will all be real, things that actually happened. If it seems like something that people enjoy reading maybe, I'll keep it going. These stories will not be in any kind of order; I'll just write them as they come to me.

Dealing With A Bully

For my first two years of high school I lived in Hawthorne, California. The High School I went to was Leuzinger High School in Lawndale, California. 

Freshman year things were mostly fine and I got good grades and had no problems with anyone. Near the middle of the school year one girl had a problem with me for talking to her boyfriend. But I had my own boyfriend and wasn't interested in hers. She kept picking on me, pushed me into the lockers in the locker room of P.E, Class, tried tripping me on the way to class. Called me names ect. I got really sick of it, so I took another class the second semester of the year that we could take instead of P.E. so I wouldn't have to be in the locker room with her. I ended up taking ROTC. Ohh that was a lot harder than I thought it would be, we ran the mile 3 times a week.

The next year, Sophomore year of high school she kept picking on me. So I took girls wrestling instead of P.E. that first semester and got really good at it. The second semester I took weight lifting. By this time I was still running a lot after school, and I was in good shape. The weight lifting made me stronger after a few weeks of doing it and when she came at me during lunch one day, I just had enough of her. 

She pushed me and I punched her in the face. She grabbed my head and punched me, then she grabbed a hold of the second piercing in each of my ears and pulled. She ripped the earrings right out of my ears and I saw red. I punched her a few times in the face and I ended up breaking her nose. 

Campus security got to us, stopped the fight and took us both to the office. We both got suspended for 2 weeks and we both went to the ER. I had to have both of my ears sewn back together, you can still see the scars on my ears from that fight. 

When we were allowed back to school, she never bothered me again. No one bothered me. I only spent a little of the next year at that school because I got put in foster care for a few months when my mom went to prison for 6 months for drugs and then changed schools when I lived with my dad later.