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Newark High School is a particularly... lame high school. I could go on and on about the fucked up systems that they use there, most of which don't make any sense. But I'll talk about those in another story. For this, I want everyone reading this to focus mostly on the people. A lot of the faculty members at this school were straight garbage.

For example, the Dean of Students -- who we're going to call Mr. ShoeHorn -- was one of the people that roamed the halls, and if you did something that even looked wrong, he would yell at you. And he was rather obviously selective. There were students who would break the dress code every day and wouldn't say shit to them; but one kid wears a scarf indoors during winter and accidentally forgets to put it in his locker and he gets a fucking detention after running into the Dean. Complete bullshit, right?

Now, the principal of the school during my junior year -- we'll give him the name... Tommy -- was no better. Tommy just had this aura of creepiness about him (not as creepy as the last principal who literally turned out to be a pedophile). Any time you ever had a conversation with Tommy, he would say stuff, but his body language always said, "I don't give a rat's ass what's going on. I just want you out of my sight and out of my school. Why did I take this job? I could've made it much better as a bellhop; at least I'd have an excuse to hate children without recourse from the State Board." Okay, maybe not that last part, but I think you get my message. And he would just do very strange things to try to appeal to the student body. Back in the dabbing craze of 2016, the man literally made a poster, and it was a picture of him dabbing with the words Destroy All Bacteria underneath it, trying to encourage students to cover their mouths when they coughed. It felt super forced and super cringeworthy.

Now that all of those images are in your head, let's get to the actual fight.

One day, during my junior year, I was coming out of class and heading downstairs to the next one. Between classes, most of the students passed through the Dome, which is a big area in the middle of the school where most of the buildings branched off. It gets very packed with student traffic very quickly after the bell, which is why sometimes it takes five minutes to get to the next class.

I was at the top floor of the science building and needed to go down the steps of the Dome to the Commons where lunch is usually held. As I get to the top of the stairs, I notice that traffic is being held up. This usually happens considering close to a thousand students went to this school, but this was worse than usual. I'm basically in line to go down this one set of stairs. Usually this happens if two people are stopped in the middle of the area and people are trying to move around them. So I just assumed at first that two people were trying to make conversation in the middle of this sea of people. Of course, I half expected people to start saying "Hey! Get out of the way, we got places to go!"

Instead, I heard people start to shout. But these weren't shouts of annoyance. These were shouts of encouragement.

Traffic begins to clear up around the steps, and as I make my way down and round the corner, I'm able to see the entire bottom floor of the Dome. And in the middle of the area, a crowd of students were gathered, and in the middle of the opening, there were two guys going at it. Fists were flying, curse words were being thrown about. Everybody stopped to watch all of this go down.

Personally, I was afraid of fighting. I was 16; I didn't like confrontation. So my basic instinct is to get the fuck out of here and run. Even though I didn't know these two guys, I needed to get out of here. The problem was that the crowd of students weren't going anywhere, their eyes were glued onto the brawl happening in the middle of the area. I end up having to push my way through the crowd, to get to the hallway that leads to the Commons.

The faculty members weren't really doing much of anything. Hell, even the school police officer -- that's right, this school had its own policeman -- wasn't there to break up this fight.

As I'm making my way through the hallway, trying to squeeze past everybody, I hear the fight starting to get closer. Apparently, one of the guys is dragging the other across the floor, and the sea of students are parting ways for them like the Red Sea did for Moses. This is the first time that I'm really getting a good look at either of the guys. One of them had short brown hair and a neck beard; he kind of resembled one of my former gym classmates. The other guy, I didn't really get a good look at his face, but I did remember seeing red.

These guys drag their fight into the hallway, right across from me. And everyone is egging them on, whipping out their cell phones, trying to WorldStar these bitches, when all of a sudden, their cheers started getting louder. And at this point, a couple of the teachers are running from the direction of the Commons.

I look over to see what new developments have occurred, only to see that the guy with the neck beard has his arms around his opponent, pushing him against a nearby trash can. Normally, the trash can would topple over, but instead what happens is that Neck Beard grabs Other Guy by the hair and starts smashing his fucking face into the edge of this trash can. Now this trash receptacle was metal so it was sharp. It did not take much for fucking Other Guy to start bleeding from this gash on his forehead and for blood to start coating his face.

Finally, some of the faculty members manage to get these dudes separated. It took a total of three adults to get these guys apart. But they were still trying to launch themselves at each other, each of them no doubt had murder in their eyes.

I was shocked because I had no idea what on earth would push these dudes into fighting, but I never found out. When I saw Other Guy bleeding, I turned around and got my ass out of dodge because I was going to get sick to my stomach.

Like I said, I didn't like fighting, I didn't enjoy confrontation. It made me queasy. But the truly messed up part? Neither of these kids got expelled. I don't even think that they were suspended either. Maybe for like a day, but I never heard either of them facing any serious repercussions about this. Great school system, right?

I know there's way worse high school fighting stories out there, but this one shakes me up every time because I've seen plenty of fights firsthand, but never one that got so bloody so fast. Not even the fistfight that I had with my family went that far. Did we give each other bruises? Yes. Blood? Absolutely not. I mean sheesh, if you're gonna bang a man's head against a trash can, at least share why you are. Because I never found out what they were fighting over. I don't want to assume it was because of lady troubles, but that just feels like the easiest answer.

The moral of this story is: if you have beef and need to fight with someone, don't hit them against a trash can. The appropriate response is to put them inside the trash can. Way less blood and less cleanup; for one of you anyways.

Hope you guys enjoyed this quick little story. If you did, let me know what you think. Tell me your worst high school fight. Until next time, peace out.

Toni Q. McAlister

June 2nd, 2021