Picture it...11th Grade...History Class...Henrico High School...Spring, 1988 (That's me up there with the Anita Baker hairdo WITH rattail...smh)
Anyway, there I am, in Coach Collier's class, and I wasn't feeling well that day. I put my head down on the desk because it was pounding and the dude sitting behind me decided that he would get loud and show off in front of his crew. I turned around and asked him nicely (at first) if he could chill because my head hurt. He proceeded to get louder. I asked again nicely and this dude decided that he would come out of his mouth wrong.
He was like, "I'm not gonna be quiet, nigger ha ha ha." I was a bit stunned at first but then again, maybe I wasn't because the next thing I knew, my right fist connected with his jaw. He goes whining to the teacher that I hit him and Coach was like, "I didn't see it." He then asked me if I did it and I was like, "yeah". So off we go to the principal's office.
Long story short, I got suspended for one day...it was a Thursday...no school on Friday...was that supposed to be a punishment?? He got suspended for 3 days...not for calling me a nigger...but for taunting me when he found out I got suspended and I went home, told my parents what happened, they were like, "oh...okay" and that was that.
I'm so glad the school days portion of this challenge is over because it seems like all I did was fight. Which I did. But I have a sweet, innocent rep to uphold and this line of questioning is ruining all of that!
