I don't know, a couple of things, really.

- this one time in 7th or 8th grade when I put this kid's head through the fire extinguisher glass because he jump kneed me in the back and then had his friend crouch behind me when I turned around, then he pushed me as hard as he could as soon as I turned around. So I got up, and grabbed his face and was going to bash it just into the wall, but I didn't see the extinguisher. So it went through the glass.

It was a rush because I finally stuck up for myself instead of just taking their shit. I didn't get charged pressed or anything, because it was old glass, and when I told the school about what THEY did to me, they said I could press charges, but I didn't.

Then, another big rush was in like 5th grade. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Jones, I hated her. She did nothing if it didn't piss me off or degrade me in some way. SO, one day the bell was 10 minutes away from ringing and I was suposed to get to leave early because I fucked up my hand hardCORE, and I was only in 5th grade, so they let me leave early so I wouldn't get it hit in the hallways.

Well, she wouldn't let me leave. She was explaining something, and I was PISSED for some reason. She said, "I don't want you to be STUPID! I want you to sit here and listen!" so I said, "You can't call me stupid!" and she said, "Yes, I can call you stupid! So stop being stupid!" I screamed, "You can't call me stupid, damn it! I'll call you old, you HAG!" and by this time I was FUMING, and she was yelling at me to stop putting my books in my bag and she was yelling and yelling. So finally I picked up my chair with my good hand and lobbed it across the room, where it hit her desk and broke part of it, and then fell to the floor.

Then I just walked out.


Other than that, I haven't done anything too exciting. Wish I had. =/