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A fancy rich school full of white kids in Menlo Park, but it's also like a meat grinder for fights. I saw heads cracked like eggs, glasses shattered like confetti, and kids bent like pretzels around trees. Teachers? They're more like spectators.
My cousin got his arm twisted around a tree like a pretzel during lunch.
I saw a kid hit another with a brick so hard it looked like he was trying to make a soup.
The teacher walked by as a kid got his head smashed like a melon. She just said, 'That's how you make friends.'