Alright, now that I remembered to tell you...<br><br>For the record, it was back in April. I was in CAD class like I was every 8th period on a school day. The class went fine, but I was staying afterwards about a minute or two to finish up some on some details of the project I was working on before leaving. It was then that one of these guys in my class showed up- he was a 10th grader at the time. He was also the one who caused me the most trouble in the class, and he'd usually break up erasers into chunks he stole from the studio art teacher, whose class I also took (although not with this asshole), and threw them at me. I usually just shrugged it off and snickered a bit every time he threw them at me, especially those times when he missed me. Then I would say things like "nice aim."<br><br>This time, he had walked back into the classroom after everyone left (probably because he saw me), with one of his buddies, who was another annoying SOB. I didn't see or hear him coming in. I was listening to a CD on the computer at the time (which our teacher let us do while we were working), when he tapped on my headphones, lifted them up, and shouted in my ear: "IT'S TIME TO GO !" At that moment, there was one thought on my mind: "Oh, shit. THIS isn't going to end pretty." I honestly tried to ignore him, but he suddenly got to the other side of me, grabbed the mouse, and started moving it and clicking it around, saying: "Here, lemme help you shut down!" He and his buddy chuckled at that. I tried to grab it out of his hand, but he kept reaching for it. I was trying to put my stuff away simultaneously. They let me do this without interrupting me, at least. Eventually, I stood up and faced him. I'm taller than him. This didn't intimidate him. I tried to push him away, but he kept coming back. At this point I was no longer capable of rational thought. I punched him in the chest as hard as I could. He didn't even flinch or bat an eye. He got back at me and punched me in the face. Neither of us were bleeding. He asked me, "Did that hurt ?" It did, but the pain subsided. Defeated, I said "yes," and left (fortunately with all the stuff I brought with me intact, which consisted of my CD jacket and headphones). Our teacher was out of the room at the time, but I don't blame him, because he had to go to the bathroom. So I found him and told him. He'd never leave the room again until they were. Later I went to the office and told the principal.<br><br>I thought everything was settled at that point, until the last period. I was called down to the office. The asshole's friend was in the classroom, he mocked me on the way out. I went to the office, but the principal wasn't there. I found my mother (who is a teacher at my school), who was already informed. Not too long after that, the principal found us in the hall and called us in.<br><br>I had left out the fact that I punched him. That and the fact that this guy's asshole buddy was a witness was my ticket to hell. During the talk with the principal, I was put down by him because I wasn't able to control my anger, which I've never had an easy time controlling in the first place. It was a Tuesday. We both got three days in-school suspension. That was the rest of the week. Fortunately, my parents knew I was in a tight situation and there wasn't exactly a better way out. My father didn't have much to say on the matter. He never brought it up.<br><br>Turns out in-school wasn't so bad. For the entire day (except when I left with the aide who supervised us took everyone with in-school to the cafeteria for lunch) I sat in the auditorium (which is usually the study hall) in much-appreciated solitude. I couldn't get pushed around at all, except subtly by this one pompous, overachieving 8th grader who was an advanced student, so. He wasn't smart enough to realize I was given in-school suspension when he walked by my seat. He asked me each day, "Are you coming to math class today ?"<br><br>I have to say that all the advanced 8th graders in the school are arrogant overachievers. They were all in my Earth science lab class (we didn't have much time for lab work during regular science), and I was subject to these know-it-all brats' mockery and beratement.<br><br>At the end of Friday, my parents gave me my privileges back.<br><br>Weeks later, the ass STILL hadn't learned his lesson. The eraser chunks kept flying. This all stopped, however, when I got crafty and came up with a plan that didn't involve physical contact:<br><br>During one class, I got up from my chair, and walked over to his computer.<br><br>I placed a dollar in front of him, while he was watching, and then walked back to my computer.<br><br>I never saw the eraser chunks again. But that was probably because I finally reported his thievery and destruction of those erasers to the studio art teacher. In fact, I never saw the clown in the class again after that.<br><br>He better not be taking the new Independent CAD class (where we get to draw a big blueprint map of the school) this fall, because I can't take another year of shit from him.