One time in middle school, I got into a series of fights with another student just because he took my spot on the locker room bench at gym class. I called him mean names like “Fatso the Blimp”. A faculty member got very mad at me for these fights and nearly got me kicked out of school. I was so scared and pled with the principal not to kick me out. Thankfully, I didn’t get kicked out, and the fighting stopped soon afterwards. Even after I patched my differences with this other kid, I still didn’t talk too much with him. After high school, we moved on, and I’ve never seen him again. However, the experience still haunts me to this day.