Last fight for me was in 1995. The 10th grade. Mexican wannabe thug decided to try and jump me on the bus. I maneuvered out of the way, thew him onto the seat, and proceeded to pummel his face until the bus driver intervened. After that point the scrawny bespectacled white kid was known on the bus as “Rocky.”
Suspended for a week. It was worth it. Had no problem throughout the remainder of High school. Today, I would be expelled an arrested.
Or jumped or knifed later by his compatriots. They might decide that he was a little weasel, but he was their weasel.