Branching Out

Today I was hit in the stomach with a tree branch by a 15-year-old high school freshman.

I pissed him off by telling him to stop choking and grabbing a classmate.

He went to the office kicking and screaming while the principal, assistant principal and physical education teacher carried him.

He’ll start summer vacation a few days early since the administration frowns upon assaulting the staff, mostly for fear that we won’t return in the fall.

The assistant principal, the one with the crush, tried to force him to apologise, he wouldn’t and I didn’t really care, because a part of me wants to hit the little shit with an even bigger branch until he cries for his mommy.

There is the other part of me that knows violence is wrong, violence against a child is horrendous and that minority part of my personality has won this particular war, but it says maybe I can accidentally on purpose step on his foot or trip him if we one day meet again.