Sanuk wrote:
In Grade 6, the Principal threatened our entire class because we were all partaking in various stages of elastic fights. We had those desks you raise up so could use as a shield then you get paper and fold it into a tight U-shaped figure and propel it with an elastic band, like a slingshot. Someone started it and the entire class got involved. It slowly progressed to the point where people were using things like paper clips as a weapon. I can still hear him yelling that it's only fun until someone loses an eye.
And he wanted to give us the strap just for that? Go figure.
Paper clips? Pshaw. In my 8th grade class things escalated to the point where some kids were bending 2" sections of coat hanger wire into a U and sending them the length of the gym with industrial rubber bands.
At that point the administration rightfully cracked down *hard*, and having a rubber band in your pocket became a capital offense (well, almost).
Before it got to that point, I will never forget the day when the class bully fell asleep during algebra, lolling back in his seat. A few rows up, I waited until the teacher was at the board, turned around, lined up the shot, and nailed that fat fuck Danny right in the forehead with a smokin' fast hard paper wad.
He beat the shit out of me later, of course, but it was worth it. 40 years on, I've forgotten the beating but I still remember the way his eyes shot open a mile wide when I nailed him, and the big red welt left on his forehead. Priceless.