Have you ever wanted to a soccer kick someone in the face?
I have.
It sounds mean, and guess what. It is!
Part 2
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| This looks bad, but I totally wanted to do it. Soccer boots on as well. |
If you didn't read my last post, please read it first.
http://memoirsgaijin.blogspot.ca/2012/06/soccer-kick-to-demon-student-part-1.html
If you don't have time or don't want to, the gist is that this one kid was evil and happened to be the devil's spawn. He wanted to test to see how Zen I was. I wasn't at all and lost control.
Back
to the original story, after he sprayed himself with perfume and with the heat all
the kids started complaining. He picked on the nicest, smartest kid in
the class who was sitting beside him and he sprayed her in the face with
the perfume. I was furious. She was this little quiet, helpless kid, who he chose to abuse because he is
the biggest bully. This demon child physically abuses teachers and students and is getting away with
it.
I
told him to stop it. I don’t recall now if I spoke in English or
Japanese, but either way he got the message I was not impressed.
He came to the back of the classroom where I was standing and shoulder checked me into the wall. He seemed to be walking out of the class.
I
lost it. I grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him into the door. He
started punching me in the face and chest which made me more angry. Of
course I couldn’t really punch him, since he is a kid. Although one of
the Japanese English teachers used to tell me someday I should try,
since the chances of me getting sued or kicked out of Japan were less
due to me not being Japanese.
He
fell against the door and I pushed him harder. He grabbed me by the
trachea (throat) and started to try to crunch my windpipe.
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| Double spelt wrong. Only I choked he kicked me in the balls. |
Since I was so angry, I
didn’t feel much. Occasionally adrenaline comes in handy. He kicked me
in the balls and I pushed him again. Finally due to the door being a
sliding door and both of us leaning on it, it slide open and we fell
into the hallway.
He
was swearing like bloody murder and some of the hallway teachers came
to see what was happening. He kicked me in the balls again and I kept
coming forward, as if to show him no matter what he tried to do, I could
destroy him.
He
tried to punch me and I avoided it, then he kicked me in the nuts
harder, which I could feel. I felt like I peeing blood. Not a great
feeling to say the least. I don't suggest you try it.
As
his last kick hit me in my balls and I felt like my spleen split, I grabbed
his foot. At Judo I had practiced a move about 1000 times where once you
grab the foot you kick/ sweep out the remaining leg. This ends up with
the person either landing on their back and their wind knocked out on
mats, or if on the streets, the head hitting the cement and their brains
falling out. I thought about this for at least ten seconds. I could
have ended it right there, but it might have ended up being permanently
for him. I was trying to think rationally through the anger and
adrenaline.
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| Imagine me throwing you super speed on your head on cement. |
I
let his leg go and he tried to kick me again, luckily this time due to
the previous hit my hips automatically moved back (like Elvis) trying to protect my
groin from further damage. A female teacher came forward to try to
restrain him and he slugged her in the face. I couldn’t believe it. I
stepped on his foot and again I thought about letting him have it. I was
so close to destroying him I can’t even tell you. At that point I
didn’t care he was 15 years old, my size and technically a child. He was
a demon that deserved some punishment.
I
stepped off his foot and gave him a swift kick to his shins to level
things out. Until that point I hadn’t laid a finger on him in
retaliation for his kicks to my balls, punches and shoulder check. I
couldn’t contain my anger anymore.
The
female teacher was holding her face in pain. As I kicked him in the shin he let
out a squeal like I had stuck a knife in him. Dude, I kicked you in the
shin. You just slugged a lady in the face! Man up!
Finally
a male teacher came and he pushed him away. Finally a few more teachers
came and they managed to subdue him. They started to pull him away. At
this point I looked down and my shirt and realized not only was it
ripped, but there was blood on it, I didn’t know where it was from but
when I felt my lip I realized my lip was cut open. My throat had
fingernail blood marks and I felt like peeing blood. Maybe I can donate the blood?
The
English teacher suggested I go to the staff room to go get a new shirt.
Seemed like a good idea at the time. Just my luck, that demon student
was standing at the staffroom while they tried to settle him down. Seriously? That is unlucky.
He
ran at me as fast as he could and yelled. I thought perhaps at this
point he might be scared of me, since I doubt many teachers kick
students in the shin, or retaliate in anyway.
He
pretended to punch me, but I had no reaction. I thought maybe it would
show him how weak he is, that I don’t care if he hits me, I’ll keep
coming forward and crush him whenever I want. I felt like I was a black
panther (civil rights movement for African Americans in USA.) only I'm not black and my goal isn't as important.
He
charged at me again, the female teacher who had got punched in the face
a few minutes before begged him to stop, she literally begged him. I
felt really bad for her. It was like she was begging for him to let me
live. Maybe she expected the worse from him, a knife in my back. Great.
As
he tried to punch me again, she turned her back on him and covered me
from punches. That was nice, although the few male teachers that were
left tried to control him. I headed to the staff room.
It
seems like the remaining staff knew what was happening. I
was told I should to the principal’s office to hide. It was like I was
in protective custody. Its a kid though I thought, can't they just suspend him? He repeated about 100 times how
he was going to kill me. I should have recorded it and turned it into a
song. It might have caught on for the other demon children.
I
hide in the principal’s office. He tried to gain access to the
principal’s office by kicking the door from the hallway and punching the
windows. I was laughing a bit, it seemed a bit overly dramatic and ridiculous.
After another hour of him being a drama demon, they said it might be safe for me to return to the staffroom.
I
didn’t know if they were joking but they told me I should be careful in
the hallways, as he may be waiting for me. I was like ummm OK.
I pictured him sharpening a pencil to stab me with. At least he is using a pencil for once I thought.
I managed to survive for the next few weeks.
One of the muscular American guys whose Japanese wife happened to work at my school knew about the situation.
During
a JET English teacher meeting, they asked if anyone was having any
issues. My teacher had asked me to keep the story on the down-low for the
school’s sake and my own, since it was suggested to me, it was mostly
my fault for setting him off.
I didn’t say anything, I had already mentioned my school was difficult and I was abused regularly, but no one took notice. Thanks by the way if you are reading this. HA!
I
don’t want to compare myself to a crime victim, but it was definitely
like being victimized and even though trying to report it, no one
listens. Plus I didn't feel like bringing it up, since who is gonna believe I got beat by a child.
The
head of the prefecture was at the meeting and he came over. As he was
about to finish the meeting, the American guy said “Listen. I know this
guy and he is getting beat by his students. This person doesn’t want to
ruffle any feathers, release his name or his school's name but he was told BE LIKE BRUCE LEE when a student attacked him. Can anything be
done or what!?”. The person claimed he didn’t know there were any issues
and that if that was the situation he would like to know what he can do
to solve it.
I
got a phone call the next day from that person. He informed me he had
spoken to his Japanese government superiors, who informed him my school
was a special situation and not much could be done. I was like damn! He told me the only way I could switch schools was if for some reason I had a terrible medical condition they couldn't deal with in my town.
For the first time in my life I wish I had something serious, like the black plague.
