Alright, I'll say one of the less personally incriminating stories. (After all, stories of me putting a bitch in line and punching a guy are plain boring, right?)

Anyway, we were sitting in class during my first year of High School. First of all, at the time I wasn't a model student so to speak and my interests with more practical approaches with computers led me to wind up in a technical high school, where basically most people there, usually, are not that interested in school itself, but just getting through with the system, and then there were other delinquents.

So, what happened during the class, as it was nothing unusual. The math teacher was just showing some stuff on the board, I was in the front row, though, so I was taking my notes, and my classmate next to me on the same desk was texting some of her friends. (She just texted friends, and sometimes used to tease me in class, haven't seen her in a while though)

What happened during that moment was just a loud yell as two guys in the back had picked up a fight. The Russian delinquent who showed up that day, with an almost 2m, bulky guy that stared at him madly. What followed is that the Russian picked up his chair, and wanted to hit the guy, and the chair went on the edge of the window. Suddenly the math teacher halted completely as the chair fell down the window.

The school's principal was walking underneath, and it missed her for a few meters as a lot of the class had shifted to look at the window after the "bump" sound of the metallic chair crushing itself against the ground. The principal came in barging at a record time as we were in the second floor and it took her roughly ten seconds, her face was overly red like a tomato as she held the chair with a hand (She used to be a PE teacher and at her prime went into the olympics as a hammer thrower) and in a few moments she placed the chair inside the classroom which had gotten really quiet as it looked at her, and resumed her posture before saying "So, whoever did this, should come in my office during the break" and nodded at the teacher as she left.

I didn't do anything, but I felt my heart stop at the way she said that one line.

It was all before that joke-- the event I described took place in October 2007, also in Greece you eat the gyros.

So they remove kebab? Or do they support kebab?

We actually had some Serbians in my school. They were usually chill, except that guy which fought with that Albanian outside the school over a relationship intrigue.

Oh. What's your opinion on Serbians?

If this thread stays afloat then I might share some more stories. (I don't want to say them all at once, that's not fun)