In my face
Right under my left eye, very close to my nose. In face, when it happened, I thought the guy had just broken my nose, as there was a lot of blood and my nose felt kind of weird. We were having a fight over a chair in French class–obviously, I lost. But I did wander around the halls of the high school dripping blood everywhere, like some kind of horror movie. Finally, I found one of the football coaches who cleaned me up and band-aided me back together. It hurt a lot less than one might expect, but there was a surprising amount of blood.
I still notice it, but I don’t think anyone else does. It’s just a tiny little light crescent near some freckles.
On my right thumb
In another high school, in another class, I was having a disagreement with a boy about math*. I had my right hand just resting on the chalk board and was, with my left hand, correcting his work. I’m occasionally kind of insufferable, I suspect. He tried to stop me; I threw my hip into him and he stabbed me with his pen. That hurt like a motherfucker. “Fuck you, you stabbed me!” I screamed and he looked at the pen sticking out of my thumb and looked back at me in surprise and said, “Sorry.”
It’s about half an inch long, right near the base of my thumb. I think it’s almost unnoticeable, unless I show you my other thumb in comparison.
*Ha, which means, in retrospect, he was probably right, considering my lack of any discernable math skills.