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Dan Gets Kicked Out of WYSE This is a story about me being kicked out of an academic contest for physically threatening a kid. It was in high school. I got tired of retyping it for people, so I posted it here. (Notes: Keep in mind that Dan is the most non-aggressive, patient person ever and never gets mad about anything. His closest friends have never even seen him more than a little perturbed. Note 2: This was at the WYSE (World Youth in Science and Engineering) competition junior year of high school. It's a big, dorky academic contest where you take various science tests. We were in a big gynasium and there were lots of tables and kids with glasses. Ha ha, stereotypes are fun!) Jay Mahannah (a friend of mine) brought a little stress ball that the team was tossing around before the testing started. At one point, the ball rolled on the floor next to a proctor. She asked whose it was and Jay didn't want to get in trouble so he said it wasn't his. The kid sitting next to me, however, decided he would claim it. So Jay and I decided we would let him play with it because the test was being passed out. After the test we asked for it back and he wouldn't give it to us. We literally asked him for the ball back for five minutes. He claimed at one point that because Jay had said it wasn't his earlier, it was now his. (This was really unbelievable by this point.) Eventually I just decided I would let him have it during the second test, but after that I was taking it back. A few minutes into the second test, Jay silently reached into his bag, took out his Bible, and put it on the kid's desk behind him. I thought that was pretty funny. Anyway, a little while into the test, the damn kid had torn off the two outer layers of rubber (off the ball that wasn't even his, mind you). Eventually, he twisted the last layer enough to open a hole in it and spill beans on the desk. After flicking them onto the floor for a while, he stabbed his pencil into it. This was just ridiculous so I reached over, took the ball back and put it in front of me. A little while later he took it back and began emptying beans onto the desk. I couldn't believe this was happening, so I said "No." and took it back again. This time however, he tried to resist. Being a wee boy though, this didn't last long. When he saw he wasn't going to stop me, he stole my TI-92 while I was putting the ball down. (Sound anything like 2nd grade?) I just looked at him with the most evil, menacing stare I could until he gave it back. A little later he grabbed the ball again and deliberately opened the hole to dump beans all over our table. I'm a nice person, but I had absolutely had enough, so I grabbed him by the wrist, pulled him close to me (the room is dead silent because everyone is testing) and whispered sharply "Do you understand that I could break your arm in three seconds?" That was when one of the proctors came up behind us and told us to leave. They still counted my scores though, because it wasn't my fault. |
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