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I don't know what over came me....
Okay, so I'm taking my dear ole Mum to the shopping center to get a new
phone. There is some ruckus going on at the door being caused by a bunch of young hoodlums dressed like gansta rappers and the mall security. The security guards are calling for back up and I see teens shove an elderly gentleman attempting to enter the mall right into the rail and down on the ground. I'm watching all this in amazement and wondering how I'm going to get my sweet little mom with a bad heart into the mall safely. I had a route planned to circumvent the altercation.... when as fate would have it my mother had about enough of the swearing and foul language and decided to poke her cane at the nearest one... who by chance to my running bad luck.... seemed to be the toughest and loudest looking one in the lot. She told him to mind his manners and he managed to get the words "**** off you bitch" out, before I snapped and hit him with full body backed punch that hit so hard it lifted him off his feet and cracked the door he hit with his head before falling down to the ground... out for the count. The rest of the delinquents split like covey of flushed quail and I escorted mom in to the phone store a few feet inside the doors. The cops arrived... questioned me, arrested the guy I hit. Apparently this same guy had pulled a knife on one of the security guards earlier on. This "teen" was at least 6' and easily my weight.... what are they feeding these guys nowadays. We never did this **** when I was growing up! My knuckles are bruised but not cut and it was at least a half hour before the adrenaline rush subsided so I could have a smoke without my hands shaking. I'm having a couple of stiff drinks.... it's been about 8 years since I hit anyone. It felt oddly good though! Oh yeah... forgot to mention.... my mum never batted an eyelash and was cool as a cucumber throughout the whole thing. When I asked her about it she reminded me she was in europe during WW2 and lived in the jungle in Africa for 10 years. CM |
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"Capt. Mooron" wrote in
: Okay, so I'm taking my dear ole Mum to the shopping center to get a new phone. There is some ruckus going on at the door being caused by a bunch of young hoodlums dressed like gansta rappers and the mall security. The security guards are calling for back up and I see teens shove an elderly gentleman attempting to enter the mall right into the rail and down on the ground. I'm watching all this in amazement and wondering how I'm going to get my sweet little mom with a bad heart into the mall safely. I had a route planned to circumvent the altercation.... when as fate would have it my mother had about enough of the swearing and foul language and decided to poke her cane at the nearest one... who by chance to my running bad luck.... seemed to be the toughest and loudest looking one in the lot. She told him to mind his manners and he managed to get the words "**** off you bitch" out, before I snapped and hit him with full body backed punch that hit so hard it lifted him off his feet and cracked the door he hit with his head before falling down to the ground... out for the count. The rest of the delinquents split like covey of flushed quail and I escorted mom in to the phone store a few feet inside the doors. The cops arrived... questioned me, arrested the guy I hit. Apparently this same guy had pulled a knife on one of the security guards earlier on. This "teen" was at least 6' and easily my weight.... what are they feeding these guys nowadays. We never did this **** when I was growing up! My knuckles are bruised but not cut and it was at least a half hour before the adrenaline rush subsided so I could have a smoke without my hands shaking. I'm having a couple of stiff drinks.... it's been about 8 years since I hit anyone. It felt oddly good though! Oh yeah... forgot to mention.... my mum never batted an eyelash and was cool as a cucumber throughout the whole thing. When I asked her about it she reminded me she was in europe during WW2 and lived in the jungle in Africa for 10 years. you want my opinion? Bertie |
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I don't know what over came me....
Come to America. I can get you a teaching position!
I once gave a reasonable assignment to the class, and a tough guy in the back says, "**** you." I asked him to step into my office for clarification. When I was sure no one could hear our conversation, I said to him, "what do you mean, **** me? **** you boy!" I didn't have a bit of trouble with him the rest of the year. Scout |
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I don't know what over came me....
I didn't have a bit of trouble with him the rest of the year.
We have tamer kids here...mostly farmboys...one of the football team = called Mr Sails "Gramps" last year..Mr Sails said "That's Mr Gramps to = you, son"... Whole class laughed and he didn't have any more trouble = there.... --=20 katysails s/v Chanteuse Kirie Elite 32 http://katysails.tripod.com "Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." - Robert A. Heinlein |
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I don't know what over came me....
Katy,
It's a tough lot here. I'm not in a traditional high school. Most are already in trouble with the law by the time I see them, and we're the last chance for many. There's a lot to like about these kids and I honestly care a great deal about them, but they're a different breed and each one's a unique story. Some need a huggin' and some need a sluggin' The kid I referred to in my last post knew I was risking my job by speaking so plainly with him, and he said so, along with apologizing and thanking me for caring enough to take that risk. It was a gamble but I don't think he would have heard anything else. Although I'd never actually hit a student outside of self-defense, some of them need to see a sign that I'm not, as PJR so eloquently put it, Mr. Bow-Tie, lol! 20+ years in construction has not gone to waste. Scout "katysails" wrote We have tamer kids here...mostly farmboys... |
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I don't know what over came me....
"Scout" wrote in
: Come to America. I can get you a teaching position! I once gave a reasonable assignment to the class, and a tough guy in the back says, "**** you." I asked him to step into my office for clarification. When I was sure no one could hear our conversation, I said to him, "what do you mean, **** me? **** you boy!" I didn't have a bit of trouble with him the rest of the year. Well, I should think not! So, do you **** all your students? Does the Principal know? Bertie |
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On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 05:03:30 +0000 (UTC), Bertie the Bunyip
posted in message from alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk: "Scout" wrote in : Come to America. I can get you a teaching position! I once gave a reasonable assignment to the class, and a tough guy in the back says, "**** you." I asked him to step into my office for clarification. When I was sure no one could hear our conversation, I said to him, "what do you mean, **** me? **** you boy!" I didn't have a bit of trouble with him the rest of the year. Well, I should think not! So, do you **** all your students? Does the Principal know? Lol. He prolly has something speshul going on with the Principal. -- anonyme mhm 32x19 and 31x11 Smeeter #34 Wee Saul Disciple #29 Imp of Confusion and/or Absurdity http://members.iinet.net.au/~vannevar/ascii3.html |
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I don't know what over came me....
anonyme wrote in
: On Thu, 21 Aug 2003 05:03:30 +0000 (UTC), Bertie the Bunyip posted in message from alt.alien.vampire.flonk.flonk.flonk: "Scout" wrote in : Come to America. I can get you a teaching position! I once gave a reasonable assignment to the class, and a tough guy in the back says, "**** you." I asked him to step into my office for clarification. When I was sure no one could hear our conversation, I said to him, "what do you mean, **** me? **** you boy!" I didn't have a bit of trouble with him the rest of the year. Well, I should think not! So, do you **** all your students? Does the Principal know? Lol. He prolly has something speshul going on with the Principal. This is all getting a bit gamey, isn't it? I'm getting to know a lot more than I really wanted to about these guys. bertie |
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I don't know what over came me....
You are very lucky you didn't break your hand hitting him that hard. I
know just how you feel about this, it's the sort of disrespect for others that is so rampant today and is seen the behaviour of the foul mouthed cross posters who are trying to disrupt this NG. It is a pity that they were not taught to repect others (esp. elders) by the 'parents' (I use that term loosley for their parenting skills are usually minimal) who bred them. Still animals breed without much trouble eh? But curs always run away when it gets difficult. I was once attacked by 3 ghetto youths in Baltimore while carrying a briefcase. One good punch to the ringleader with my one free hand (after he tried to cold cock me from my blind side) was all it too to make them look for an easier target. I told the first cop car I saw but they couldn't care less. Cheers MC Capt. Mooron wrote: Okay, so I'm taking my dear ole Mum to the shopping center to get a new phone. There is some ruckus going on at the door being caused by a bunch of young hoodlums dressed like gansta rappers and the mall security. The security guards are calling for back up and I see teens shove an elderly gentleman attempting to enter the mall right into the rail and down on the ground. I'm watching all this in amazement and wondering how I'm going to get my sweet little mom with a bad heart into the mall safely. I had a route planned to circumvent the altercation.... when as fate would have it my mother had about enough of the swearing and foul language and decided to poke her cane at the nearest one... who by chance to my running bad luck.... seemed to be the toughest and loudest looking one in the lot. She told him to mind his manners and he managed to get the words "**** off you bitch" out, before I snapped and hit him with full body backed punch that hit so hard it lifted him off his feet and cracked the door he hit with his head before falling down to the ground... out for the count. The rest of the delinquents split like covey of flushed quail and I escorted mom in to the phone store a few feet inside the doors. The cops arrived... questioned me, arrested the guy I hit. Apparently this same guy had pulled a knife on one of the security guards earlier on. This "teen" was at least 6' and easily my weight.... what are they feeding these guys nowadays. We never did this **** when I was growing up! My knuckles are bruised but not cut and it was at least a half hour before the adrenaline rush subsided so I could have a smoke without my hands shaking. I'm having a couple of stiff drinks.... it's been about 8 years since I hit anyone. It felt oddly good though! Oh yeah... forgot to mention.... my mum never batted an eyelash and was cool as a cucumber throughout the whole thing. When I asked her about it she reminded me she was in europe during WW2 and lived in the jungle in Africa for 10 years. CM |
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I don't know what over came me....
The_navigator© wrote in
: You are very lucky you didn't break your hand hitting him that hard. I know just how you feel about this, it's the sort of disrespect for others that is so rampant today and is seen the behaviour of the foul mouthed cross posters who are trying to disrupt this NG. It is a pity that they were not taught to repect others (esp. elders) by the 'parents' (I use that term loosley for their parenting skills are usually minimal) who bred them. Still animals breed without much trouble eh? But curs always run away when it gets difficult. Yep, or they claim to use killfiles, which amounts to pretty much the same thing. Bertie |