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.
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.