Cegep, model rocket project presentation day. The third year students are acting dumb so one of my classmates throws rocks at his rocket on the launch pad and cracks a wing. Upset, he has his friend pull out some brass knucks to threaten an apology out. I figure, what a bunch of crap and start recruiting my other classmate friends to systematically break his rocket further. First I get one person to break off another wing which he does without hesitation. The second recruit refuses to help but ends up helping later on .... I take the rocket and fill the tube with grass and weeds and force the nose into the ground bending it badly. With the rocket now stuck in the ground, I get one more person to put the final touches. He takes masking tape and writes RIP in the grass next to the rocket. The second guy who refused to help ends up being the getaway driver as we all bolt to his car and drive off.
Suffice to say he (the rocket guy) ended up failing that project because of us and yes I hated his guts. I always did. I just had a marginal reason to hurt him further that day. I could care less. A few weeks later, I remember another classmate who wasn't too fond of me (I guess for talking too much) say I don't like you, but hey you got rid of that stupid kid so it's all good now. Yes, feed my hate. Justify my hatred. Bwahhaha! I set that kid back another three years before he finally graduated.
Post edited June 02, 2011 by Kabuto