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One day during recess (I honestly cannot remember for what reason, but there were a million), we were nose-to-nose, yelling at each other as a crowd manifested around us. I remember pushing him down as I lunged and proceeded with some ground and pound, looping my arms as he assumed the turtle position. I then felt my ear being pulled with force by one of the teachers on duty as I was yanked to the office. I remember the feeling of accomplishment that day; I felt like the king of the hill up until the point I got in trouble. I was sure there would be additional repercussions at home, but I was met with acceptance from my parents.

Occasionally, other kids would mistake my kindness for weakness, but when necessary I would let my voice be heard. I would let a lot slide before resorting to my vast vocabulary to defuse a situation, especially in the diverse city of Toronto. The city is a melting pot of all cultures and personalities, and the elementary school I attended was rough, with gangs and even drugs. It was a Catholic elementary school with some great teachers, but the lack of staff, the old facilities, and the location combined to form a breeding ground of tough situations.