Hello, dear weekend friends, it's always a pleasure to share my experiences here, best wishes to all.

When I read the alternatives to challenge #229, I had a good laugh at the following question:

- Have you ever been in a physical fight, person-to-person or on the battlefield? If so, what happened and why? Use your own photos.

There are experiences that need to be witnessed and in time we will know why and laugh when we get through them, meanwhile adrenaline and rage come together in one place when our patience runs out.

Bad times happen at any age, either because they hurt us physically or verbally, with or without cause, a thousand reasons where the glass of patience overflows and there is no turning back, that is to say, everything has a precedent.

My experience was at university, the best stage of youth where you mix a journey of emotions in one place, you get your hopes up, you fall in love, you get disappointed, you get frustrated, we find a bit of everything, it will depend on the maturity of each being to assimilate each emotion.

I was a student from far away approximately 5 hours from my residence, therefore I wanted to go back home, since it is the stage where you have the hardest time, independence is not easy but it is necessary to live it and appreciate it, so I did everything possible to cover the credit units to the maximum of subjects and to cover my semester successfully, constant in my study plans, asking my teachers and investigating every subject of interest, to be able to look for a job and survive life.

Many people resent your performance or simply your constancy and way of seeing life, different from the world.

They envy us for being different, as the saying goes.

Like any other constant girl I sat in the first rows of each class so as not to miss any detail, known in my country as the terri of the classroom, that is to say the nerds in Latin America.

There was always a young girl who knocked down my notebooks every time I passed by in the classroom, and she never apologised for it, I ignored it because I thought it was because of innate clumsiness that usually happens, but it turned out that it was all the time. :\

And the situation was with me, there was no other person who disturbed his walk in the classroom but me!

Unusual thing... Let's say that bullying happens at any age and it depends on each person if they let it torment their existence.

We were watching 4 subjects together, it was very uncomfortable to see them every day.

As the end of the semester approached, the subjects we were watching had projects and the timetables coincided with the presentation days.

One afternoon, I went to one of the cubicles of my school, to talk about it with my teachers because the time coincided and the young woman in conflict was there, (regrettably there are girls who pass or achieve things for their beauty but not for their intellect and she was one), it is sad to say it because one is a lady too, but the reality cannot be hidden.

I listened to what she was saying to one of my teachers and she said out loud ‘who told you to put so many subjects together, it's your turn to stay here for another year’ she said with irony and threw her long hair in my face... at that moment I felt that something was breathing on the back of my neck and it was anger.

The teacher, seeing such a situation, changed the date and I left the premises immediately, ignoring the conflictive girl.

In my previous posts I have told you that I am a graduate of the ULA, by that time the canteen was active and I was with my group of friends waiting for our turn to pick up our entrance ticket.

And the girl came right up to where I was but this time she pushed me, it was an applique without cause and that's when even the most defenceless animal defends itself when attacked, and with the same hair that she threw in my face I hit her even under her ID, I remember I broke her nose.

I forgot that there were people there, and as students are not very rowdy, they shouted ‘dele, dele!!!!’... it was a joke for them, for me it was a revenge and I felt peace.

I told her firmly you bother me again and don't tell her I remember those words as if it was yesterday...

That woman never bothered me again.

As time went by I understood that I shouldn't have let myself get carried away by anger, I should have called her to chapter without lashing out, but everything is part of a process.

People give what they have in their hearts and now I am meditating on each step so that I don't lash out at people for their idiocy, it's all a learning process. Prioritising our peace of mind.

Happy weekend family, use the deepl translator as my language is Spanish.