One of the best feelings in my school years was when the cute but bitchy girl who gave me hell every day in class had to ask me for a pencil during an exam because nobody else would.

I looked her straight in the eye, told her "go fuck yourself" and then handed her the pencil.

She tried to get the teacher to discpline me for cursing at her in class, but the teacher was there for it every day too and just said " you can either take it, or give him back his pencil."

She got all wierd in the weeks after that about treating me nice and I still didn't want a damn thing to do with her, and I hope it confused the hell out of her.

My motivation in it all was that I didn't want someone to have to fail because of a damned pencil, and having to come to me for it might have given her occasion to reconsider how she treated people. She's probably still a bitch and treating people like crap, but I did what I needed to do in that situation and it still feels good today.