Sixth grade bully

While lying in bed last night talking with my husband, the subject of my upcoming class reunion came up. I was telling him I got two more RSVPs from classmates and telling him a little about each of them. In the process, it dawned on me that I beat up both of these kids in the sixth grade.

The worst part was that AoD laughed hysterically when I told him about it and then, he teased me without mercy.

Child No. 1 - our class' only eventual National Merit Scholar. He and I took math and reading together with a seventh grade teacher and he was teasing me because he got 100 on his spelling test and I got a 98. He just kept ragging on me and ragging on me until I told him I was gonna clobber him if he didn't shut up. Apparently, he didn't believe me. I was wailing on him in the breezeway after school when the janitor, a man called Dollar Bill, yanked me off of him. The principal roasted me for this and I was punished big time with a little of everything from running laps to writing an essay.

Child No. 2 - she has always been a good six inches taller than me, but I whacked this girl upside the head after she yelled out to my crush that I liked him. I busted her ear drum and again, the principal severely punished me. Part of my punishment: he put me in his big old black Caddy and drove me to the girl's house and made me apologize to her mom. I can still see the daggers in her mom's eyes to this very day. Now that I'm a mom, I completely understand.

While I left my history of fisticuffs in the sixth grade hall at KJHS, it lingered for years and followed me into high school. In my sophomore year, I was in home economics when I overheard two boys at the table behind me:

New boy: what about her?
GM: Oh, that's AoM. You don't want to ask her out. She beats up boys.