We used to get bused into some hell hole once a week from Jr high back in Cali,Remember it being in Stockton (??) and "SM" being everywhere...Sherman Barrio ?? Needless to say 15-20 little white dudes climbing off the bus from the suburbs surrounded by cholos clad in hair nets,tanks and broken english sneers who were old enough to be their classmates uncle put the fear of fooking god in us.Not to mention the Chicks were as nasty and tough as some of the dudes.You learned to walk back to back real quick...either that or take the failing grades and ditch that place constantly.The extent of my spanish went Pinchi Gringo, Puta and vato and carry a huge brick........It lingered through parts of our regular schools.Always a separation of herd mentality and tension.We had a saying...If you fight one bean,you fight the whole damn bur......awww never mind.We came to co exist after a few scuffles.Just stayed the hell away and leave em the fook alone.Never turned tail but you get wise to conducting and carrying yourself when out numbered in a hurry.