The first rule of fight club…

Continuing in my series on the inner workings of working with urban youth. First installation was about crazy mamas. Second was pregnant teens.

Today we are going to reminisce the fights. Now the best fights are so full of emotion, they lack any reason. Because when does a fight actually have a logical reasoning behind it?

 

1. First day of school. A group of girls had just started high school. They decided they needed to make their presence known. Four of them jumped a junior on the way to the busses. As the entire school walked past them. When the cops arrived, they knew them by name. You are only cool if the cops know you by 14.

2. Their was a couple that had been dating for years. The young man liked to beat up on the girl. Many interventions could not seperate them. That is until he went nuts thinking she wanted to date someone else and bit a hole in her face.

3. A good fight involves family. Because everyone knows a family that fights together, stays together. As soon as word gets to you that a fight is happening get out of the way because anyone that is family will get up and run to the fight. Don’t bother trying to stop them.

4. The best fighters are girls. Girls who are professional boxers. One everyone is scared shitless of them. Two they can flatten anyone in their path. Don’t remember why, but the boxer came to up to the busses and laid into a girl she went down in one hit. the punches continued and she ended up in the hospital. She had gone down directly onto a rock.

 

* picture from jennyhansenauthor.wordpress.com

 

Battle of Epic Proportions

I was in an epic battle today.

Toe to Toe, man to man. Two would enter one would leave.

It all started at lunch. All the good fights start at lunch. Here I was minding my own business. Picking up my BBQ Pork sliders, corn on the cob, and sweet tea. Smiling politely at the parents serving lunch. waving to the other teachers, and it happened.

I was attacked by a killer door. It was huge seven maybe eight feet tall. Built like a brick house. All I wanted to do was pass by. Simple enough. But no. He was pissed. How dare I take my lunch out of the room and through him. But did he confront me, no. He waited until I was almost out, the sun shining through my tea, and he struck! It was  a low blow. Caught my ankle. Oh and he caught it good. Cut deep, blood flowing across the pale stone sidewalk. But he underestimated me. I am built Ford tough. So he drew first blood, But did it stop me. No. I made it out with everything in tact. I got the last laugh.

Door- Zero

Me- One

 

Your mama is so crazy …..

Stories from the other side of the track:

I spent three years working with underprivelged youth. It was a unique experience to say the least. Many of the stories are unrepeatable in polite company. However, I have got a few crazy mom stories I thought I might share.

The bump:

A girl bumped into another girl in line for food. Now bumping into someone is one of the most serious things you can do. Of course everyone saw it and messaged the mother. Ten minutes later we were all in the courtyard and the mom slippers in all darts across the crowds of kids going right for the girl that bumped into her child. Mom is screaming, throwing punches. Took five people to hold her back. Did I mention these kids were 15 she was trying to beat up.

The bus stop:

Legally you are at school until you reach your doorstep. It’s called doorstep to doorstep. Well apparently not everyone knows this. A mom, and older sister waited at the bus stop to “say a few words” to a child. Of course the cops were called. They came up to school the next day not understanding why they were in trouble. The were quite upset so cops were called again. This time the mother and child went after the cop in front of the video cameras. The quickest way to juvie- hit a cop.