Originally Posted by
Wiyld
I don't know if this is relevant or not but I'll share a situation I was in.
I took a mechanical class in high school, wasn't auto shop but covered engines and such.
There was a bully ring leader in the class, he was a year younger then me, and a few of his hangers on. The class was loose format with the students kinda doing whatever we wanted across a few different rooms as we needed so it wasn't unusual to be out of line of sight of the teacher for long periods of time.
Well, one day I was working in the back of the classroom on a small engine I had procured off a lawn mower, and this kid happens to be in the back of the room goofing off with his friends, as per normal. Well, I don't even know how it started, but he apparently got bored and decided to 'rastle' with me a bit. It wasn't full contact rolling around on the ground or anything, but he was definitely making contact trying to egg me on. This kid got in fights REGULARLY, and bore the injuries to prove it. The dumbass was from a super rich family, dad bout him a new BMW every year, that sort of thing. No idea why he felt the need to get beat on all the time but that's how it was. Well, he ended up pushing me backwards into the table i was working at, so i just sat on it ( im tall so the table was actually sitting down, im like a head taller then this kid ) but when I put my hand back behind me.....it landed on the torque wrench. Now, I don't know if folks here know what a half inch drive torque wrench looks like, but its a serious piece of metal. So now I've got what amounts to a 2 foot long, 5 pound metal rod in my hand, already wound up behind me to knock this fuckers head off. At that very moment the teacher walked into the room and this kid stepped back and acted like we were just 'foolin around' laughing and everything. Then I see his eyes find the wrench in my hand and he realized how close he came to getting really really messed up.
I cannot tell you how much self control I had to exert to NOT swing that wrench. I'm glad I didn't, because I would likely have sent him to the hospital, I have this history of being unable to stop once I start in situations like that. In the end that few moments of control saved me a LOT of grief.
To give the story context, we had a decent amount of violence at my school. It wasn't some crazy ghetto school, was actually the best school in the area, we just had some real issues. I personally knew 2 kids who were beaten to bloody pulps on campus during school hours. One with brass knuckles, the other had his head repeatedly kicked into a metal cabinet. The second kid was retarded for life afterwards.