It’s a simple plan…
See, back in MY day, that kid would get his ass kicked. And the teacher would look the other way.
Nowadays EVERYBODY in a fight gets suspended. Context doesn’t matter.
Sorry whatever gen is after Z. Your generation is going to be full of assholes who all think they’re right, but 97% of them won’t be. It’s been a growing problem for 40 years ago. But at least you USED to punch the trouble makers in the mouth. Then they knew in the future to shut the fuck up.
Is this a pasta or are you just a sociopath that wore a trenchcoat in school? It’s hard to tell these days.
That’s just how it was in the 80s/90s. And it wasn’t like I’m saying I and I alone was dealing out justice to all those that pissed me off. I’m saying the reason teachers do this is SPECIFICALLY because of what I’m saying. The one kid does this annoying shit, and the whole classroom sends him home a bloody mess. And when he goes to complain to his mom, and his mom asks “What’d you do?” and he tells her, she punches him in the mouth and tells him to stop being a little shit at school, and the kids will stop beating his ass.
That second part is harsh but that’s how my grandparents treated my mother in the 60s. She and her siblings would get spanked if they made too much noise in a household of 8. I hope your parents didn’t treat you that way. I want to think some of those attitudes were dropped after the 80s.
To be fair in my experience it was the troublemakers assaulting me. Children were not a righteous social police force that punished and rewarded specific behaviors.
I feel like if you were the one “punching trouble makers in the mouth” you were probably also an asshole and it’s nice that you justify it to yourself this way I guess
In 1993-4 (8th grade) a jackass picked a fight with me once and tried to jump me while I was facing into my locker.
I heard him and turned around to cover my face but had a pencil in my hand and ended up stabbing him in the eyebrow (luckily for us all, really).
There was a teacher watching the whole thing, or else I would probably have been suspended with him. I spent an hour in the vice principal’s office and then went back to class. That bully never fucked with my again, but I’m not sure how it worked out for him in the long run.
