When I was in middle school one year St. Patrick’s Day fell on a school day — okay many times it did but that isn’t important. Gah… already I’m starting out ADD.
Anyway I went to school and I wasn’t wearing GREEN! Oh the horror of it all – and I’m even of Irish descent on my paternal grandmother’s side.
What is the big deal you may ask? There was a particular bully at my school; this toad was named (naturally) Rocky. And on that fateful “Wearin’ O The Green” day, he pinched the everlovin crap outta me all day long every time our paths crossed. By the next morning I was black and blue on both arms and had a rather angry father. I begged Dad not to do anything about it — I didn’t want to get embarrassed at school and make it worse. He agreed not to call the school and complain.
The following morning I went to school and as I was walking down the hallway toward my classroom who should I meet? The infamous Rocky. I tapped him on the back of his shoulder, he turned around…AND I PUNCHED HIM IN HIS NOSE AND BROKE IT! I also broke one of my fingers. We were both dragged into the principal’s office (Rocky & I both first being ministered to by the nurse) and parents were called.
Ya know what happened? My Dad just laughed. Yay Dad – one of the few times he didn’t scare me because I was certain he was gonna beat the daylights outta my behind for this stunt. He said, “Serves him right.” Don’t mess with the Irish redheaded stepchild. Ever.
Ya’ll have heard the song and know the lyrics…sometimes you’re the windshield; sometimes you’re the bug. I got to be the windshield just one day of my life and it was worth the pain of a broken finger. sigh…