Dad taught at Chino High School which was kind of a rougher part of town. Dad coached tennis during most of his time there. I remember one day after work, he showed me a tennis ball that had been sliced almost completely in half. One of his players had hit the ball over the fence into the street. Apparently, somebody had picked it up, pulled a knife out of their pants and sliced through the ball before throwing the ball back over the fence. I remember being slightly afraid for Dad's safety after this. I could imagine some thugs just hanging out on the street right by where Dad was coaching all afternoon, and this kind of scared me.
I remember one other time there was a big fight at his school. A lot of people got involved in the fight and there was a big group watching. Dad and another teacher who was a pretty big guy stepped in to break it up. This sounds weird, but I remember somebody was trying to use a large stapler as a weapon. I think the other teacher got roughed up a little bit, but Dad didn't get too hurt.
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