Wen I was a child, I spent one morning in a locker.

I was at a boarding school in Canada, and I was locked in there by a Chinese dude named "James" Jung. He was way larger than I, and he wasn’t nice. He demanded that I relax my bicep muscle on my puny 7th grade right arm when he punched it. it hurt for a while, but I survived.

and he'd have a hard time putting me in a locker today.