Being Hit by a Chair.....

I'm just randomly remembering a winter, Monday school day, where I was dressed in my deep, red attire and a red headscarf. 

I remember that I hated assemblies- and I still do- and I always dreaded the conclusion of the assembly, because when we are dismissed, chaos began. 

We had to put our chairs away by stacking them onto other chairs that was lined on the sides of the hall.

Now, my school is mixed. And that kind of says a lot. 

Boys, of course, were lifting their chairs above their heads, showing their ultimate strength, or some of them would be using it to push their friends with it... out of fun....

As I recall, I was holding my chair and was trying to avoid the crowds of other chairs, and somehow, I get hit on the head with a chair. 

Without, looking at their lips or faces, I signed, I was okay. Dropped the chair onto the stack and rushed out of the assembly. 

Briefly, I saw them apologsied profusely, feeling awkward, I said I was okay. 

I mean, what else do you do when somebody accidentally hit you with a chair because they were mucking about with their friends?

Yeah, I really didn't like assemblies. 

You just know, something is going to happen at one of these assemblies. 

And this scene just reminds me exactly of Puss in Boots, where Puss accidentally hits a black, female cat (who was wearing a face mask) with a guitar during a cat fight.

And her reaction after taking off her mask was:

''YOU HIT ME WITH A GUITARRRR?!''

(Thus, my exclamation would be: 'YOU HIT ME WITH A CHAIR?!'- except, this was not a deliberate action).