I once was in a school fight. I was, really. Yup, this girl who seems like she doesn't even know what a fist is.The girl who looks like she is 15, but is really 20.

Yup, me.

I was once in a school fight. Three against me. One dos tres vs. lil' ol' me. Except I wasn't little, but ya know. Anyway, I guess I should give a background on why the fight started. Well, this happened when I was 8 years old and still living in Colombia. We had to have P.E. classes at least twice a week. One of the times, it was just a normal P.E. class but then for the other weekly class, the school I was in decided it was smart to separate the girls and boys and make the girls P.E. class a dance class. We had no say in this, which is unfortunate because I would have NEVER picked dance class. I'm not a good dancer and I just never was, plus boys were better than girls. Anyway, on that fateful day, we were in dance class. All the girls in the grade. The school was a very small private school and these girls were the same girls I had started in day care. So, we were in dance class and we were on a break. I was talking to my group of friends, who weren't exactly popular, and the other group of girls (the popular ones) were talking on the other side. We were frenemies, me and them. The reason why is another completely different story. One of the popular girls, I think her name was Carolina (or something like that), decides that it was a good move to come and taunt us. So she did. She came over and started to taunt us. I have a very short,explosive temper but I didn't say anything. At first, at least. The other popular girls joined in. My friends at this point decide to run away but I guess I missed the memo because I was left behind. At this point, my beautiful temper is going to come out. In the midst of their dumb taunts, I respond with a very clever insult. Basically, a "fuck you" but in little kid terms. One of the girls decided that my insult was not going to roll with them, yo. So, then they latch onto my hair.

They start to pull, and bite and kick. Remember how I said my temper is explosive? Well, I started kicking and biting and pulling back. I grabbed hair and ears and faces. The teacher at this point is still God knows where. So, I keep on fighting the three girls. It was so fun. I'm not going to be a hypocrite and say it wasn't. Because it was. So fun. Not even kidding. While in the midst of basically me trying to rip off a girl's ear and the other two girl's hair, the teacher walks in. She breaks apart the fight and holds me back. I was not done with them. But she held me back.

The Carolina's girl ear is red as a tomato and the other two are screaming that they were going to need wigs now. I was just still angry. Angry because 1) I wasn't done with them and 2) MY scalp hurt too but you didn't hear me screaming about wigs and such. At this point, the teacher decides that it is ALL my fault. My bad self procured the fight and my baddddd self needed to be punished. Except, I guess she thought I didn't really need punishment so much as a psychologist. So that's what she did. She sent me to the school psychologist. Oh and the school called my parents. The school psychologist told me that beating other girls was bad and that I shouldn't be so angry and that blah blah blah. I really don't remember much but just sitting there thinking about the fight. And how proud I was of me for kicking their popular butts. And how I loved seeing that Carolina girl's red ear. And the other two holding their head. And how annoying the psychologist was being. My parents were actually proud of me too. OK, maybe not proud but relieved that they hadn't raised a coward. I think I got yelled at by my mom but not before she said, "you go girl". Come to think of it, it was actually not a bad experience at all :)

That's the story of my first (and hopefully last) fist fight.