A few days ago a new kid came to school. And today out of the blue he says “I’d bet a city kid like me is way stronger and tougher than any of you farm kids.” So he starts trying to pick fights. But starts at the girls then goes around and noone accepts and gets to me. He got a wee kiddie punch to my gut then I threw him against the lockers gave him a little jab in the ribs then a good one upside the head. He was crting an just took it. Then later he says “well physically maybe one of you farm kids is tougher but not mentally. I Have street smarts.” I thought maybe so then thought again. He just took it like a sack of shit where is that gonna get you. I personally think where you live has little or no affect on your strength or much else. But this experience kinda pissed me off about how ignorant this kid was. What do you think? Is your strength and mental toughness effected by were yo live?
some bitch from boston tried to pull the same but i proved him wrong
I would think that a stereotypical “farm boy” would be physically stronger than a “city boy” anyhow. That kid just sounded like an ass. Don’t worry about it and just dismiss him.
I don’t think where you live affects your mentality or strength but yet how you are raised. That kid had no discipline.
What kind of street smarts are shown by starting a fight and getting beat?
What a great way to meet some new friends too hah!
Who’s ignorant, the one trying to get attention, or the one who takes the bait? When you grow up, you will someday know that where you live, or where you’re from, has no affect on your physical or mental strength. Shame on you for taking his bait and lowering yourself to his level.
Just for interest, what are the cities and “farm areas” in question here?
where do you live?
Chase
A letter home from a farm kid about being a marine.
Dear Ma and Pa,
I am well. Hope you are. Tell Brother Walt and Brother Elmer the Marine Corps beats working for old man Minch by a mile. Tell them to join up quick before all of the places are filled.
I was restless at first because you got to stay in bed till nearly 6 a.m. but I am getting so I like to sleep late. Tell Walt and Elmer all you do before breakfast is smooth your cot, and shine some things. No hogs to slop, feed to pitch, mash to mix, wood to split, fire to lay. Practically nothing.
Men got to shave but it is not so bad, there’s warm water. Breakfast is strong on trimmings like fruit juice, cereal, eggs, bacon, etc., but kind of weak on chops, potatoes, ham, steak, fried eggplant, pie and other regular food, but tell Walt and Elmer you can always sit by the two city boys that live on coffee. Their food plus yours holds you until noon when you get fed again. It’s no wonder the.se city boys can’t walk much.
We go on “route marches,” which the platoon sergeant says are long walks to harden us. If he thinks so, it’s not my place to tell him different. A “route march” is about as far as to our mailbox at home. Then the city guys get sore feet and we all ride back in trucks.
The country is nice but awful flat The sergeant is like a school teacher. He nags a lot. The Captain is like the school board. Majors and colonels just ride around and frown. They don’t bother you none.
This next will kill Walt and Elmer with laughing. I keep getting medals for shooting. I don’t know why. The bulls-eye is near as big as a chipmunk head and don’t move, and it ain’t shooting at you like t he Higgett boys at home. All you got to d o is lie there all comfortable and hit it. You don’t even load your own cartridges. They come in boxes.
Then we have what they call hand-to-hand combat training. You get to wrestle with them city boys. I have to be real careful though, they break real easy. It ain’t like fighting with that ole bull at home. I’m about the best they got in this except for that Tug Jordan from over in Silver Lake I only beat him once. He joined up the same time as me, but I’m only 5’6" and 130 pounds and he’s 6’8" and near 300 pounds dry.
Be sure to tell Walt and Elmer to hurry and join before other fellers get onto this setup and come stampeding in.
Your loving daughter,
Alice
haha when I read that I looked at the very end and it said daughter and I was like “damn I wish I grew up on a farm!”
ok well, thats the dumbest reason to fight ever…sorry if you disagree. But seriously, if you were that much stronger mentally you’d have know he wasn’t worth the effort. It takes far more strenght to befriend a dick than to beat him in a fist fight.
i disagree i dont take that shit from anyone and neither should anyone else plus if you dont push back the keep pushing and pushing and pushing
You’re a real man now skianduniaddict. Real men are insecure about their self-image, and often resort to violence to make sure everyone else respects them.
i dont care about my image i just dont let people give me crap
Sticks and stones will break skianduniaddict’s bones…
He’s only 13 after all. Give him some time?
As they say on the internet: LMAO.
Perhaps this kid is a little insecure don’t you think, from moving from a city to the countryside? He’s probably a nice little kid but just shaken up from the change. Give him time ;).
As for me, I know living in the city has made me at least… 50x stronger…
AndyC wins
will people stop speaking in code, or am i jsut stupid
City kids are fun. Ask them where milk comes from. Do they know how to move irrigation pipe? They wretch at the smell of manure. They’re completely lost outside of the city environment.
City kids are also scared of farm animals like hogs. I had a city friend come visit when I was raising pigs for 4-H. He wouldn’t even pet the pigs, let alone get in the pen and give them a good hello. These were three hand raised pigs and very friendly. They were getting close to market weight at the time (they were no longer little piggies).
Milk comes from cows… and farms that have lots of cows usually have machines that hook to the cows and suck the milk out, never let a cow go too long without a milking or it’s udders will Explode, or something to that affect, and moving Irrigation pipe requires you dig up the pipes lift them and manually relocate them, Right?
I’m a ‘city kid’ I guess you could say, because I live in the city, I love the ‘country’ it’s a nice place to go for a break but I would go crazy if i lived more than 10 minutes from some of the things I’m used to. I like to work hard and love woking wih all kinds of animals but too much of that would drive me crazy. So call me a city kid but don’t call me weak, I’ll Shoot you full of lead… lol just kidding I’ll just give you a swift punch to the stomache and laugh while you roll around then I’d help you up and dust you off pat you on the back and say " don’t ever call me weak again…" that’s my two cents…
I shouldn’t have to be the one to break this to you, but being from Portland does not make you a stereotypical city kid. It doesn’t make you much of a city kid at all.
There is probably not a single person in Portland who has never been outside of the city itself. Just beyond the city limits are farms. Portland is rural.
awwww… well now you’ve gone and Shattered my dreams… I’m gonna go cry in a corner now… Oh well I’ll just keep thinking I’m a city kid… I like that thought…
john doesnt know anything ur a gangsta
im not really a city kid, i live 10 miles out of town with my mom and 30 secs form walmart with my dad, im a hybrid