The Following is a short assignment I had to turn into one of my education professors for some credit.  Once I got done writing it I realized that this read like MKHS material so enjoy. 

            The artifact I have has come and gone; or should I say, healed.  On Tuesday April 12^th, I was volunteering at the LINC like I normally do.  I play basketball with under-serviced or minority high school students for a few hours and then we all do homework together.  It’s sort of ironic that I refer to them as minorities when indeed I am the minority being the only Caucasian in the gym.  I was having a free throw shooting contest with some of the boys and girls when one of the younger boys ran into the gym from outside, whispered something in another’s ear, and they both went running back outside.  Immidiately, Mike (gym director) and I locked eyes from the other side of the gym.  That sort of behavior usually means one thing; a fight.  Mike and I sprinted towards the door and when we got outside our fears were realized.  About twenty students were circled up and they were hooting and hollering.  The crowd was so dense that it was tough to make out who was fighting but there was no doubt that I fight was going on.  Mike, a muscular gentleman of about 35 years old crashed into the students and cleared a path to the center of the circle and I squeaked through the hole that he had created.  When I got to the center of the circle I was shocked to see that the fighters were females.  According to our textbook, on page 173, “boys exhibit more overt aggression that girls (Card, Stucky, Sawalani, & Little, 2008).”  Typically, boys are more prone to physical violence and girls aggression is usually more of a social nature as in malicious gossip.  Apparently books and statistics were not going to assist me today.  Mike grabbed one of the girls and tried to separate the two.  I was unsure whether I should physically grab a teenage girl seeing as I am still a student and not a teacher.  It didn’t matter.  While I was thinking about what to do, a lot of pushing and shoving was taking place behind me as all the kids were trying to secure a good vantage point to observe the fight.  Mind you, this was no “catfight”.  These girls were really whaling away at each other.  I was lightly shoved in the back by the students trying to maintain their spot and at that exact moment, the girl that Mike was trying to subdue spun out of his arms and in the process her elbow collided with my mouth.  So, as it is, my artifact is the fat lip that I received from a teenage girl.  This certainly shall be fun trying to explain this one to my friends.