For all his faults, my dad had my back when it came to these issues.
Never ever got grounded nor suspended for any of the fights.
He taught me that unless they bring a referee to a street fight, you do whatever it takes. Kicking, biting, whatever. Didn't start anything, but finished plenty. School officials learned quickly that the threat of calling my parents backfired on them instantly.
Dad forbade me to fight as I got into jr high. He was afraid for the other kid.
Last school fight was in high school with the best friend of the Pastor's kid. Afterwards, I was approached by teachers, my baseball coach, and the pastor who all told me the punk beatdown was overdue. Yeah, this was a Christian School, run by cowards.
