verbal barrage, hit em with everything you got. if he gets in your face stand up to him, dont fight just stand up. stare back at the fucker, let him know your done playin. im not a big dude and ive had confrontations. i got my ass kicked once in 9th grade, i didnt know what to do and i just panicked. i was too concerned with what all the other kids would think, or see. thats whats messin you up, forget about that crap, even if you get punched out youll earn a ton of respect for standing up for yourself. you'll feel better about yourself and you'll grow up a little more, word will get around that your "that kid" that did what everyone else was too big a wuss to do. if you get a bruise, wear it with pride, but always always always stand up for yourself, even if you have to take lumps. noones gonna remember that you lost the fight. youll be the kid that stood up to the biggest turd sandwhich in school. It'll say TONS about your character. tell the fucker to eat a dick and see what happens.
i had to do it, i had no choice. this dude was gonna break me in half. id had my ass kicked once, and i didnt like it. i let my emotions get the best of me and i choked! i got romped on by a giant douche. i could tell the whole story but basically was dealing with this guy that would say shit. id say shit back and he would threaten me, then id back down. one day i was feelin saucey, i just couldnt let that happen again, for myself and my rep
so this dude brings some shit in my face in the hall. i cant remember what i said to him but his jaw hit the floor

he come up to me and we were chest to chest. he pushed me and i pushed him back. then he swung, i ducked and gottem with a haymaker right under the chin - with everything i had. almost knocked him off his feet. it stunned him, he couldnt beleive it, and everyones watching! i threw up my dukes and waited for him to retaliate - still he couldnt beleive it, he said a few things about me bein a pu$$y "f@gg0t" and came at me with his right hand. i moved myself just at the correct time, maybe 6 inches to the right, and just threw everything i had straight into his nose. and BAM! blood splattered everywhere. now he's hurt, and he dont care about the crowd. thats when the teachers came in and broke it up. i didnt even talk smack or nuthin when he was bleedin, i just stood there with this look on my face, not of rage but of serenity. i had just passed through one of lifes toughest lessons, and it couldnt have worked out better.
NOONE said anything bad to me or about me after that. noone picked a fight, no rumors, none of his friends comin after me, nuthin. all i got was piece of mind and a new belief in myself that i could accomplish anything no matter how crazy or tough or hard it was. i mean my hand was crippled for like 2 weeks. the physical pain went away, but what it did for me - ,and him, psycologically stays with me even today.
avoid violence at ALL costs, but always always always always always always stand up for yourself
