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Some people's kids.
On my way to go teach a lab session, I had to break up a fist fight between two freshmen boys in the hallway. Apparently, one of them looked at the other one wrong, or some such nonsense. And, of course, they wouldn't listen to me shouting for them to break it up, so I had to get physical. Good thing I learned some aikido along with my kendo. I didn't even leave a mark on either one, even though I wanted to slam their heads together and knock sense into the morons.
On my way to go teach a lab session, I had to break up a fist fight between two freshmen boys in the hallway. Apparently, one of them looked at the other one wrong, or some such nonsense. And, of course, they wouldn't listen to me shouting for them to break it up, so I had to get physical. Good thing I learned some aikido along with my kendo. I didn't even leave a mark on either one, even though I wanted to slam their heads together and knock sense into the morons.
