Well, my brother in law has been teaching me some self-defense basics, mostly what he learned in hand-to-hand combat from the military, and one of the perks that came with it was a huge confidence boost. I used to be really submissive and avoided confrontation as much as I could, but ever since Adam started training me I've felt like I could accomplish a lot more. And it showed in class today.

This guy has been sitting next to me in criminal law class for about four weeks now. He's loud, obnoxious, constantly talks during lecture, and generally just annoys the shit out of me. He's also bigger then me; he had a good 3 inches and 25 pounds on me. Any other time in the past I would've just ignored it to the best of my ability and not said anything, because I wouldn't want to pick a fight, and certainly not with a guy who could easily overpower me physically. But I'd been putting up with it practically since the semester started, and today I had enough.

So, during our 10 minute break, I waited for this guy outside of class and pulled him aside to have a private word with him. I don't remember exactly what I said to him, but it went something like this:

"I don't know why you like to disrupt class so much, but I'm trying to learn something here and you're making it that much harder for me. I've had enough. You say one more word during lecture that isn't a question to the professor, and I'm gonna smack you so hard that your teeth are going to fly across the room. Got it?"

Of course he gave me a dirty look as I expected. Said something like "what the fuck is your problem pal? Who died and made you boss?"

I was intimidated and, trying really hard not to show it, I said "Nevermind who died, I'm just the fucking boss. Now either sit down and shut up, or get up and move to another seat, or leave. Whatever you do, irritate me one more time and you'll be leaving the class with a handprint on your face."

He was shocked stupid, let me tell you. I went back inside, took my seat, and went on with the rest of my day. He sat down and didn't say another word, didn't even so much as look at me. He could tell by the look on my face that I was ready to smack him. I was able to take my notes in peace and my day ended without incident.

I'm normally not like this; I really do hate confrontation. And I probably could've handled the situation better. But I felt good, let me tell you. I'm trying to learn something here, and it felt good for once to take command of the situation on my own merit and not have to rely on others (the professor) to take care of it for me. It felt damn good, and although I don't intend on doing something like that again, I feel satisfied with myself knowing that I am capable of standing up for myself finally.

The moral of the story? Don't fuck with Chris. Not when he's in school.

Anyway, I'm tired so I'm gonna crash for a while. Spring break is coming up soon and I hope to go to Vegas some time this month for the NBA playoffs. Peace guys.