Growing up in the hood, I was picked on quite a bit.
In the 5th grade a kid named Preston Battle was relentless until one day we were in the bathroom and I kicked him in the shins real hard. He didnt bother me again that year.
In the 6th grade a kid named Eric used to fk with me everyday, one day I was finally fed up and took a school book and whacked him on the back of his head, he had a pretty big afro so it probably didnt hurt all that much.....but he tried to throw me down, teacher broke it up and made us shake hands.
From that day forward he didnt fk with me anymore, in fact he ended up being my best friend that year and since he was a "tuff kid" no one else bothered me that year either......lol
Ill never forget the day he brought a Playboy to class and bought a school bookcover over it and we passed it around right under the teacher's nose.....