Once a kid was making fun of me ceaselessly during class. This had gone on all year, and I was fed up. I got up from my seat, sharpened my pencil in one of those old school sharpeners that made you turn the little knob, and as I was walking back to my desk, I stabbed him as hard as I could with my pencil. He screamed. It was the most satisfying sound I'd heard in a while.