She whooped my…..

by Frank


Photo by Frederic Carmel

One early afternoon, during my high school days, I was sitting in my desk in study hall. The desks in the room were split in half. There were six rows of three chairs facing the center of the class with the opposite side having the same amount of chairs and configuration. I sat in the front seat in one of the first rows by the door.


Across from me, in the front seat, was a young lady who always was really, really angry about something. She would curse, throw things, and scream how bad she wanted to whoop somebody’s, you know what. On top of that she was extremely vulgar. She was a prime candidate for the beauty is only skin deep cliche. The girl was gorgeous but her attitude was toxic.

Well this particular day she was at an all time high level of frustration. A girl she shared a locker with had done something so evil, so cruel, so deceitful that she had to be handled today. To quote her exactly would take this post from G to NC-17 by the MPAA. She reminded me of Muhammad Ali and the way he would talk before a major bout. “I’m gone hit you so hard you gone think it is two of me.”

It was going to be on.

Now normally I would always be excited to see a good fight but I had to work that evening. I choose money over entertainment. The next day, I was 15 minutes early to study hall to hear the details of what happened. I was like a kid on Christmas Eve. I could hardly sleep that night. With the way she was talking about whooping that girl, I thought I would hear about it on the evening news.

I sat at my seat staring at the door waiting for the “aggressive one” to come in.


Oddly, she walked through the door with a huge smile on her face, which made me feel a little eerie. I thought to myself, “She killed her. I am turning her in. I knew she was crazy but murder.”  She sat down, moving slowly I guess from pains from the battle, and noticed me starring. There was nothing that would keep her from cussing me out and threatening my life in the past but today was different. Today she said, “Hello.”

I couldn’t wait any longer I had to ask. “What happened?”

She smiled at me gingerly and said, “That girl, you know the one I share a locker with, the small and cute little thing…

She whooped my a**!”


“I caught her walking home all alone, snuck up behind her and starting you know, being me. I was cussing, screaming, yelling, and talking all kinds of mad junk. Then she hit me and she was STRONG.”

“I thought I was being jumped. I even screamed for help a few times but no one would come to my rescue. In the middle of the fight I was trying to convince her to stop hitting me. I tried the Rodney King, ‘Can’t we all just get along.’ That didn’t work. I tried to call for my mother but she couldn’t hear me. She lived to far away. Finally I took out my phone and called the police. At least I tried. She was hitting me so hard I couldn’t remember the number.”

The entire time during the story she was smiling and laughing, hard. I couldn’t believe she lost a fight. I just knew the only thing that could defeat her was kryptonite or a small army. But, as I reflected on this story I found an odd way to relate.


In my life I have stepped into some experiences over confident, vain, and cocky. I thought I didn’t need any help from anyone. “I got this”, was my catch phrase. The end result was usually similar to what happened to this girl. I walked into a challenge/situation thinking I had it all figured out, thinking I had a handle on it, thinking that success was something I was owed. I talked big before I had done anything. I walked like I was bigger than the world and I took my beating just like her.

Life gave me a whooping like I had never experienced before.

Learn from this young ladies experience. Before going into battle at least have an idea of what you are up against. How do you do that you ask?

  • Preparation. Have a clear understanding of the challenges you will face and prepare for possible obstacles
  • Humility. Even with total confidence there is room for error. Seek out the wisdom of others and apply it where it fits.
  • Exit Strategy. If you are going to take a whooping at least live to fight another day. Failure is a part of life. Plan for it. If this doesn’t work have an idea of what you will do next. This will keep you from giving up.

When life gives you a whooping like you have never had before how would you respond?