Of course, over the years there are details I don't remember - this was high school. And, now that I've learned enough about the likely results of what must have included some adrenaline in my blood at the time, I recognize that it's entirely likely that most of the "actual" details that I might remember would be at least partially wrong.
With that in mind, I'm not so interested in recounting what skills got used or what worked and what didn't work - I only remember a very little bit. What would be useful, though, is to discuss an odd thing that happened, that I actually DO remember ... one that I have recently learned happens a lot to people doing something stressful and "new".
I say it was something "new" because it was the first time I had found myself in a position where I had a whole set of fighting skills that I had been practicing, and this was where they were supposed to work. In years prior growing up, I had found some use for the sports-style Judo skills I had learned (and I assure you that if you ever throw a person outside the context of a Judo match, their expression is likely to be worth watching). But, this was different - I was supposed to have a whole new set of skills available that were supposed to be supremely useful.
