I went to Catholic school. I seemed to be the "let's make an example, out of him, student".
I think, I was in the 8th grade.
Every weekend, they showed movie's, in the gym. Same old movies, Knute Rockne, All American, or The Jackie Robinson Story.
We must have seen them 20 times. Boring.
The night before, which was Friday, we had a little trouble, with a fellow student (A-hole) He was always snitching on everybody, no matter what they did. Na-na-na, so and so was kissing his girlfriend, or So and so was smoking. This particular night we pissed him off, because we were making too much noise behind him, and he couldn't concentrate on the movie.
We started throwing folded up paper cups at him, and he called us some names. Big deal, right? I told my buddies, don't worry, we'll get him tomorrow night.
My friends, didn't know what I meant, but I had a plan.
Saturday night roll's around, and we start agitating him again. He's threatening us and cursing at us. I told Vinnie and Pete,"are you ready" I figured I could get away with this, because The Three Stooges movie was playing.
You know how loud, those movies are.
I got out of my seat, and I crawled, on the floor, to the back of Sammy's seat. It was about ten feet away. I layed on the floor for maybe 15 seconds, deciding, if I should follow up, on my plan. Finally, I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled a two inch sewing needle out of my pocket, and stuck him in the Ass. All of a sudden, he let's out a horrific scream.
You would have thought, he was dying. I'm doing my best, to get back to my seat, crawling on the wooden gym floor. I almost made it.
Somebody turned the lights back on, before I got in my seat. Ut Oh, now I'm screwed. To my amazement, nothing happened. He got up, holding his ass, and left.
Monday, rolls around, and we are in class. There's a knock on the door. It's the Principal. She calls Sister A, out to the hallway. They talked for a few minutes, and I'm invited to join them.
I had to listen, to a speech about my conduct, and giving someone blood poison etc. Hey, I was wrong, to do that. I don't know, what got into me.
The whole time, Sister A, was degrading me, she was sticking a pointed pencil, into the side of my head. Needless to say, I had to go home, and get my parents. Maybe, they would let me back in school. My parents were Not happy. I thought I seen a little smirk, on Dad's face, but, I'm not sure. That little stunt, followed me to High School. I had some trouble with a couple Nun's, for no reason. They tried, to make my girl, break up with me. Sorry, this story was so long.