My Old School

There have been several times in my schooling career that I have realized that I was a favorite student.  I also realized the advantages.  I was picked on and bullies many times throughout school.  A few time my temper got the best of me and I acted on it, like when I tried to stomp on a boys foot and then kicked him in the shin when I missed.  There was one instance where I discovered just how much I could get away with.  It was during Freshman health class.  Noah, a boy who was a known terror among the students and faculty, was picking on me for reading Harry Potter and being a fan.  Once he turned back around in his desk, I raised my roughly 500 page hardback book and hit him on the back of the head as hard as I could.  Granted, it really wasn't that hard, but the sound it produced was quite impressive.  The teacher, almost reflexively, asked, "Noah, what are you doing?"  There wasn't even a thought that I had done something wrong.  The fact that I was a "good student" and he was a "bad student" effected the outcome almost entirely.  After this, I used my "good student" title to my advantage, which sounds awful, but it did work out for myself and others.  After alerting the teachers to the rowdy behavior of some of the other students, the school year and learning process was much more enjoyable.