Lost My Temper on a Mugger.

[Toxic Tessa]

I am a Physics Lab instructor and Tutor at my university (I have too many jobs  ), and at times I find myself heading home really late at night due to grading lab reports or holding long Tutoring sessions before exams. This happened to be one of those nights and we didn’t wrap up the exam review until about 12:30. I live on the complete other side of the campus and down two blocks – which is about a 30 minute walk. This is normally not a problem during the day and I actually enjoy it, and I felt it would be stupid to spend 475$ a semester just to park by the science building which was less than a 5 minute drive.
Any who, enough rambling!

So I was walking home, minding my own business. I was about a block from my apartment when this guy approaches me, pulls this dinky little knife on me and demands all my money and my backpack.

I know everybody says to go with it, and give them whatever they ask for to hopefully keep from harm… but I don’t know what came over me. I wasn’t scared; I was just extremely pissed off and annoyed. I was tired and cranky…very cranky. I worked a 24 hour shift the day before, slept for about 2 hours, and then had classes from 8am till 6pm, and then had to work and do the tutor session.

So… I let him have my backpack… right upside the head, over and over again. My backpack weighs a ton, and this night was especially heavy since it was my long day. It had 4 text books, and a bunch of papers that needed to be graded.

I kept smacking him with it until campus police rolled by on their patrol. I’m 5ft nothing on a good day, but my temper when tired is definitely that of a troll. The police said when they pulled up, I was yelling at him about going back to school and getting a job.

The jerk seriously picked the wrong person to mess with.


On the bright side... I now don't have to walk any more. Campus police offered to give me rides when I have to head home late. Lol


In the end, I know It was probably very dangerous to beat the guy up with my bag... but it was that whole fight or flight reflex kicking in, and us Italian, we tend to hit first and ask later.