Elementary for me was mostly in WY, so desegregation was both a memory, and a non starter, whole lotta whitey out there, and the natives where on reservations tucked into inhospitable areas way to far from any school worth mentioning.
I do remember getting into loads of fights, usually with the rich kids from the east side of town, who were bussed over, the west side had the new bigger school... The rich kids all formed a "gang"(no seriously, you could only be a member through invitation from the leader) and would pick on us "poor" kids and anyone that they thought looked, dressed, or acted funny mostly the special Ed. kids, which to be honest they shoved my ass in there for a year and a half because my brothers are all idiots, so it clearly ran in the family... anyway point being the special ed kids were my friends, and I had anger issues... so I took it out directly on the spoiled rich pricks.
But yeah most of the fights were over really dumb S, like being called some silly name or what ever. One of the more noticeable scars on my forehead is from a large chunk of ice being chucked at me... with a good deal of energy... because I ran over the nerdy kids homework with a bicycle... in my defense I was completely sideways on the ice and it was not intentional... but it is the first time I'd been knocked out lol.
Things got weirder at home though... couple of the kids in the hood were only there during the summers, and were unbearable douche bags... so there would be fights all the damned time, mostly stoked by the older kids. Personally I lost a tooth when dudes much older brother held me down while he kneed me in the face repeatedly (talkin like I was 9 and the older kid was 14-15) later that summer I broke several of his ribs as a repayment though so? I guess were even
The move to WA kicked of with me, long hair pierced ear, midwestern drawl... Not giving a S about what any of these hicks thought of me... the girls thought I was cute... so of course their brothers had to rough me up to show dominance or whatever... anyway 10 fights in about 2 weeks, before they figured out it would take a lot more then 5 of em at a time to put me down... eventually it sort of settled into a shaky truce, them realizing that I was related to 1/2 the town, and me being totally up for breaking noses lol.
**** got real in Highschool though, the hicks still liked to gang up on folks, 5-6 of em would rat pack you after school, so the outcast kids started bringing weapons, we were fine during school cause we could at least watch each others backs, but on the way home... you were on your own.
Anyway, Last fight I got in in school was 10th grade? I had been walking a paper route, and through that collecting payments which I would keep in my locker, but kids thought it was funny to open it up... so I started punching MOFO's in the face... that fight was broken up by the special ed teacher... a very short very sweet lady, that was friends with my Mom (remember brothers are both idiots lol) anyway, she was wearing a brightly colored jacket, that looked very similar to one my friend who is tall was wearing... so as I had the other kid in a headlock and working over his face... the teacher grabs me from behind... I elbowed her in the face thinking it was the friend of mine and I'd elbowed him in the belly...
Well, I split her lip wide open.... Later that night... she was at the house sipping homemade brandy with Ma.... probably the most awkward dinner I've ever had
Anyway, that paper route, and a summer a job tying and marketing Fishing Flies... bought my first guitar, and with it most of my anger issues evaporated... at least I wasn't looking for excuses to punch a prick in the face anymore lol.