A Bad Detention Retention

(In sixth grade, someone transferred into my school: the son of the vice principal. Nobody knew why he went to another school previously, but he instantly started acting like he owned the place because of his father. I was a quiet kid so usually avoided him, until one day he decides, out of nowhere, to jump on me and give me a bear-hug, except his arm goes around my neck and I start choking. His father’s the one that breaks us up.)

Vice-Principal: “What do you two think you were doing?!”

Son: “Oh we were just messing around!”

Me: “No, ‘we’ weren’t! You jumped on me and started choking me!”

Son: “Nah, you started the whole thing!”

Me: “NO, I DIDN’T! You’re twice my size; why would I do that!?”

Vice-Principal: “Okay, enough! You’re both getting detention in my office tomorrow.”

Me: “Wait, me TOO!? For getting choked?!”

Vice-Principal: “Fighting back is as bad as starting a fight.”

Me: “I wasn’t fighting back. I WAS GETTING CHOKED AND TRYING TO BREATHE!”

(However, his decision stands and the principal isn’t there that day to complain to, so I show up at his office the next afternoon… Alone. His son isn’t there, and HE isn’t there either. For an hour I sit alone until finally my mother comes to pick me up, at which point she loses it, storms to the front office, and finds one person still there.)

Mom: “WHERE IS [Vice-Principal] and [Son]?!”

Clerk: “Oh, I’m sorry they had an appointment to get to.”

Me: “What!? I was supposed to be in detention with him today!”

Clerk: “Yes, [My Name] should have been told it was moved to tomorrow. He’ll have to serve it then.”

Me: “I was never told! AND I JUST SERVED IT!”

Mom: “There’s NO way he’s doing this again!”

(Needless to say it was a long fight, and she scheduled a personal chat with the vice-principal and principal the day he got back to, as she put it, “put the fear of God into them”. The detention ended up struck from my record, and from then until we graduated 8th grade, the vice-principal’s son never bothered me again.)