PDF*Names have been changed....a lot of them were mad ghetto anyway...you probably wouldn't know the difference...LMAO
(This is an actual pic of my Junior High School. This is taken facing the gym portion of the school)
Picture it. Junior High School in Queens, NY. If I remember correctly, I was in the 8th grade. I hung with what was considered the "cool" crowd. I wasn't "popular" but everyone knew me as "Dimples." I was the odd one out the bunch, I didn't follow trends, I was my own person. I didn't always agree with everything, I didn't become a subject of peer pressure or do a lot of the stupid shit they got into. So a lot of the time I caught sideyes but I was still cool. There was a fairly new girl named "Dyisha" that started at our school and was deemed the new "it" girl because she was high yellow and caught the eye of this senior "Lonnie" who was popular and was hollerin at her. "Dyisha" was in special education classes. She wasn't retarded or had disabilities...she was essentially just operating at a slower pace than most kids on her grade level.
So one day we were out for recess. We were shooting the shit and somehow started talking about "Dyisha." I mentioned she had a big ass forehead and we died laughing. Jokingly, I said, "I should mush her in the forehead and say PRAISE THE LAWD!" We were hysterical about the thought that eventually turned into a plan. We knew we would see her on the way to the next period after lunch...PERFECT TIMING. So it was like getting ready for a boxing match. We were getting hyped up and shit and talking about how funny it would be to see the look on her face. So the bell rings and we start the walk to our next class.
As we walk down the hall, we spot her and some people she was walking with. I walk ahead of my friends so I can do this forehead hit and run. I approach her and say "Dyisha?" She acknowledges me. I then placed my hand on her forehead and say "PRAISE THE LAWD!" Now mind you I kinda smacked her a just a little in the forehead and shook it just a little. My friends and some of Dyisha's own crew laugh. That was it.
We continued to walk to class. About fifteen minutes into my Social Studies class, "Teresa" a girl I knew but wasn't quite friends with but we occassionally exchanged pleasantries from time to time comes to my class with a note from the Dean's Office summoning me to go down to see Dean Gluck (a mean ole fuck). Everyone in class was like WTF?! So I go with "Teresa." Now Teresa WAS friends with Dyisha. She had the NERVE to question ME on why I "HIT" her in the head. I politely explained unless she was Dean Gluck I don't need to explain SHIT to her.
Now some people were afraid of Teresa because she had these sausages for fingers and the belief apparently was that she could hit hard and could probably beat some ass. I wasn't phased. So before we got to the office she cautioned me at 3 p.m. it was going to be ON after school. Now if you're wondering why Teresa had the pleasure of getting me from class to go to the Dean's Office was because some kids had "free" periods and worked for the Main Office or the Dean's Office. So she was more like a "Monitor."
We get to the Dean's Office and Dean Gluck was sitting there. I mean this man's scowl could scare the skin off of you.
He wasn't the most pleasant man to deal with, so I had heard. This was the first time I had encountered him. He then proceeds to tell me that Dyisha made a complaint to the office about what had transpired during the class change. He told me that she said in her statement that I had HARASSED HER and smacked her HARD in the forehead and said PRAISE THE LAWD. I was stunned that she even KNEW the word HARASS but was sure she didn't quite know the proper context in which to use the word.
I explained that it was a joke and I didn't hit, smack or slap her. I had simply placed my hand on her forehead and said praise the lawd. I also point out she didn't seemed bothered by me doing so because she had not called me out on it when the incident took place. We all laughed (except her) and kept it moving. I further explain that I didn't "harass" her. Dean Gluck stated that in any case I was wrong for violating her personal space and putting my hands on her. I agreed perhaps I was wrong for doing so. To try and put the fear in me he said that I could face being EXPELLED for the incident pending further investigation. FML! EXPELLED?! Damn. So he asked that I list the individuals that I was with to corroborate my story. Another monitor was dispatched to get them from class to be placed in empty classrooms to be questioned. Like phucking Law and Order junior high style...LOL.
They are questioned and then my mom was called. After it was all said and done I missed the rest of my Social Studies class and was on to the next class. Oddly enough, Dean Gluck was nicer than I thought. Maybe just to me. He wasn't gruff with me. Maybe he saw I was a good kid but just did something silly because I was never in trouble before.
There was a buzz already around the school that some shit was about to go down after school. People were asking me what was going on and what happened and I was very non-chalant about the whole thing when Dyisha made it all "dramatical." Now NYC School System had a "20 Block Rule." Which meant that if you were caught fighting within 20 blocks of a school you could be expelled. Mind you I lived 6 blocks from that bitch....lol. So 3 p.m. comes and the final bell rings. I meet up with my crew and we start to head home. They ask me what happened in the Dean's Office and we laughed about what happened. Then one of the girls turns around and sees what looks like the entire school following behind us with none other than Dyisha walking ahead of the crowd. My friend asked was I gonna stop. I told her no.
If Dyisha got some shit she wanna handle she would have to catch up to me to do so. So we kept it moving. We're about two blocks from school at this point. So I feel a hard "tap" on my shoulder. Now being smart you just don't "turn around." I stepped up a couple of steps and then turned around. Because if someone was gonna commence to swinging I wasn't catching one to the dome off of not being prepared.
It was Dyisha. Now that she had an audience; Barclay Avenue was her stage at that moment. She said "I didn't appreciate you harassing me and mushing me in my forehead." I just stood there and looked at her. I'm not the type of individual that flaps at the gums when it comes to confrontations. Either we fight or YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Now I'm sure some people took that as me starting to punk out by not responding and it began to enlarge Dyisha's balls by thinking she had me scared. So she stepped up and was getting all in my face pointing and shit. Still no response from me. Then I heard someone say "Oh, Dimples is a punk! Look at her she ain't doing shit NOW!" A couple of chuckles came from the comment. My friends were looking at me like WTF? Now I was raised that until someone hits you and let them be the first to hit (and let it be the LAST they get off of you) otherwise there is no fight. Now by right Dyisha could have swung on me...but flapping her gums was expending precious energy she could have been using to "fight."
So now the crowd was surrounding us starting to form a tight circle to get us to fight. Dyisha is still popping shit and then says "I should punch you." Only then I respond by saying, "You been flapping your fuckin mouth for two minutes and NO HITS. Either we gonna fight or YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP. So until you decide what you gonna do, I'mma keep walking." So I turned and walked the fuck away and my friends followed. EVERYBODY was like "OH SHIT! SHE PUNKED YO ASS DYISHA!"
So we got up another block in front of the elementary school and we get stopped AGAIN. There was all this chaos and shit. People were trying to instigate a fight. So Dyisha starts saying shit like I was wrong for what I did WOMP WOMP. So I actually admit yeah I was wrong for putting my hands on her but don't come stepping up to me like you gonna lay me out and don't do shit..... I GOT SHIT TO DO. So up the block from the elementary school was a lil ass 7-11. I continued to walk essentially leaving her there to yap her fuckin head off. When we got to where to store was Dyisha comes running up behind us and my friends warn me and I turn around. NOW I'M PISSED. She then states that she doesn't want to fight cause she saw all of us as her lil sisters and this whole thing got blown out of proportion. *INSERT EYE ROLL*
So at that point she called the whole thing off, apologized and I continued on home. First thing my mom asked me when I walked in the door was "Did you beat her ass?" I told her what happened and she was like "cool." Nothing more came of this dramedy. I didn't get written up, however I'm positive there's some sort of notation placed in my school records.
Moral of the story is SNITCHES GET STITCHES....
Now she wanted to bring the authorities into what almost became a street fight. You can't have it both ways. Either you handle it or you SHET THE FUCK UP and BACK THE FUCK UP. She didn't stop to think that with her instigating this fight she would have been getting herself into trouble. So see sometimes flapping yo gums and letting people influence you into an altercation for their entertainment clouds you from thinking about the bigger picture. On the flip side if you're gonna start shit (as I inadvertently did) be prepared to back it up til the end-which I was prepared to do. Now I'm not boasting about this...it could have turned out REALLY BAD....but hey what's life without a little excitement? LOL
The End.
