The RIGHT thing

There are two sides to every story...this- is mine:

So many of you have seen bits and pieces of the story from me and mom going back and forth about me doin the right thing (MJ HERE IN CASE YOU DIDN'T NOTICE) and so i have taken it upon myself to let it out. Many times in history the WRONG thing had to be done to MAKE the RIGHT thing possible...just consider the following:

Remember the kid in class that always ruined it for everyone? The one kid that always started up trouble-that nobody..not nobody...not even the teacher would get onto or call out or confront. The kid that  was ugly inside and out. That one kid that was selfish and didn't care who got punished for THEIR actions, never took responsibility, thought that things were funny when nobody else was laughing-well yeah-that kid still exists, his name is Jon, and he is in MY automotive class...keep in mind i took auto shop to LEARN because my dad "is too old" and wouldn't teach me or my brother about cars...but in his defense he never has had a lot of time to teach us or a lot of patience.

Anyways about a week ago I started going to school on time. everyday. just to prove to myself and everyone else that i am not lazy about school-i just hate it because it isnt challenging. The worst thing anyone could ever do to me is tell me that I am incapable of something-an argument like that is simply not in anyone's best interest. Rather than sit and fuss with said person-i will show them. My mom has taught me a thousand different ways in and out of her home that actions speak a million times louder than words-don't know if she noticed-but...it did stick :) Thanks Ma.

Anyways going to school on time everday is honestly not easy for me beacause it consists of much more than just sitting in a desk doing my work. I absolutely hate public school...it's just awful. But truthfully what is hard about school is dealing with the imbeciles that range in age from 14 to 20 that are seemingly ALL on the same maturity level. On top of that- i literally have to"part the waters" to get to my classes because Columbia County decided this school could hold almost 3,000 students and it simply CAN'T. So while i'm attending everyday on time as i should be my tolerance for stupidity just lessens and lessens, so dealing with Jon is especially hard-i digress for 4 and half days i did bite my tongue. Jon is in my auto class which is 3rd and 4th periods. So it's a block class-that makes it two hours. Consider 4th is also lunch period, So really it's 3 hours of my 8 hour day at school. EVERYDAY he does something WRONG. It may be something nano like throwing a paper ball, it may be something like cheating so we ALL get assigned seats, it may be running around in the shop (safety hazard), on this particular day- it was a hammer.

We were working on small honda gas engines in groups of 2 to 4. Jon's group was next to mine-having been absent for a dr. appointment the day before- i was paying attention. you think he was paying attention? HELL NO! I over heard him sayin something about a wrench...two seconds later i hear him yell out "WELL YOU CAN'T RUN FROM A HAMMER"!  After that said hammer was thrown and the kid standing next to me got hit with it. As to weather he threw it at the kid it actually hit, I do not know. What i DO know is it was WRONG very very WRONG. My tolerance level hit zero. quickly.

warning-little ones who read may need not read next section(s) due to foul language and violent content

So my first reaction was to get Jon's attention and ask him what the fuck his problem was. That's what I did. Jon decides it would be a good idea to mawk the hormonal angry pregnant chick who could easily body slam his 90 pound butt. keep in mind i was raised with a 6 foot tall 200 pound older brother-i am not afraid of any boy of any size-especialy one who's IQ is less 45. Anyways he proceeds with his attitude and attempted justification of his actions which goes without saying I was NOT about to have it...He began to curse at me in an unacceptable manner. I believe the argument consisted of these words:

Jon-"what the fuck is wrong with you?"

MJ-"you think youre so fuckin funny but youre not-do you see anyone else here laughing? you just THREW a hammer and hit someone!"

Jon-"I don't care, i didn't hurt nobody"

MJ-"you better be happy you didn't hurt anybody cause even if you hadnt and the shit had hit me youd be in the hospital and id be in jail or in the hospital handcuffed to the bed. youre a dumbass little kid- you need to grow the hell up"

Jon-"shut the fuck up"

MJ-"keep talkin that shit and ill hand your ass to you, it may not matter to you but some of us have serious safety measures- i almost wish you would have hit me with it, then i could really just smash your head in and feel much better about it"

I am not one for talk- i never have been.

 I do not like the arguing aspect of confrontation so i just... hit him. Now i am not a violent person. I honestly do not believe fighting will get you anywhere...you can ask my mom i have been in ONE fight in school. In fourth grade i got in a fight with a kid named Eddie Jones because i was short and he took my stamp and held it over my head. I'm still short and if anyone thinks they can hold somethin over my head now i would probably gut punch them too. At least i got my stamp back. But honestly i am a softy- i don't like to fight- i don't like to argue- i don't like confrontation but i have been taught that you can only take so much shit from somebody before something has to be done...I will say the fights i have been in-some won some lost-were NOT in school. I have managed to avoid the educational side of it.

Anyways, the teacher was in the class room with the rest of the class so he didn't see it-he just heard bits of it. So when he finally did come out of the room- i told him to do whatever it is he thought he had to do to keep his job. I then quietly and as clamly as possible escorted myself to the principle's office where i was given a discipline refferal for foul language, told not to punch anyone else, handed about 8 packs of smarties candies (my favorite) and sent back to class. As for Jon, i honestly don't know what happened to him. I haven't seen him in class-i hope he got kicked out of school forvever and ever amen. Maybe then, my class can concentrate on something and actually learn something instead of being punished all the time for his stupidity.

I didn't hit him too hard- it could've been a lot worse. It left a small bruise on his cheek...

What really really made me tick was the fact that when the teacher came out and was trying to figure out what happened,

of course I told him out right and loud that this kid just threw a fricken hammer... HE LIED and said he didn't didn't throw anything. Oh man my ears turned red as a marshmallow burnin on a wire hanger, and my body started trembling- he had the nerve to call me a snitch- and i said he's damn right ima snitch i don't give a shit bout tellin on his ignorant ass when it comes to the safety of my child!

 So there you have it. In order to do whats right. you may have to take a short detour through what's wrong. If you disagree- that is your opinion and you are entitled to it. All opinions are welcome here.

This is the exact model of hammer as the one thrown. It is weighted inside and metal on both ends. It could have easily caused me to miscarry or broken someone's bones if it was thrown hard enough. In MY opinion-the little smack he got was completely worth it and given a second chance i would probably hit him harder.

That is all

Martha Jean.