I was arguing with someone today and it reminded me of something that happened in 8th grade.
Welcome to my anger issues story.
Story:
It was the first day of 8th grade and I was trying to get to my advisory. My friend and I were walking through the halls, completely surrounded by fellow students. This one girl that got on my nerves walks beside me, and socks me in the shoulder.
See, I'd like to think I'm a patient person, who has self-control, but at that moment it all flew out the window. I grabbed her by the arm and punched her in the throat.
Oopsies.
She cursed me out and ran away. This one 7th grader that witnessed the whole interaction was shook.
Could I have controlled myself better? Yes.
Did I? No.
Do I regret it? Absolutely not.
The worst part is, she told the whole school I pulled her by her hair(she got that jojo siwa hairline tho) and attacked her.
Nobody believed her ass, but it definitely did not make me the happiest person.
Ignored her the rest of the school year, but guess who was my practice debate partner in 9th grader?
Her.
Welcome back to hell.
She literally gave up during the debate and started crying. (rip.)
A win by default isn't really a fun win.
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