I remember a very nice moment at high school. I was in 3rd year and was quite friendly with one teacher (techno something where you build things). The guy was like 6 foot 3 at least and while not an athlete, he was quite strong and heavy. One day, were we had a written test, we all went to another class to take the test. So I arrive in the class (I am like the 6-7 student to make it) and then the teacher comes in, challenges me and charges me right away like a bull. I had no idea what was happening. By reflex, I managed to deflect him on the desk where he fell (his pride took a big hit there). Then he got up, grab me, and pushed me on the board. Then, again by reflex, I managed to use the momentum to rotate us both and push him on the desk, he did the same until my back hit a pen sharpener (the kind that is bolted on the wall, all metal). It stopped there.
Later, I learned that he did something similar each year. I still don't know why. The year after he became director of the school. Then, during a French class (with a relatively strange professor), this teacher decided to push me aside to enter in class while we were waiting for him. By reflex of being pushed (and insulted), I pushed him back. He sent me to the director. When I got there, I explained him the situation, and then he simply told me to go back to class and tell the professor that I had beaten him the year before (anyway, this professor was somewhat already in trouble with the school). The professor didn't take it well, but sucked it up.
I had this special feeling inside me
