School Bullies

I never got picked on, but I didn't pick on people either. I usually stood up for kids who were being picked, I hated that shit. I was considered a "cool" kid, but I didn't agree with their shit, and they never game me shit about it.

 

i had a martyr complex. i was used to being bullied, so i deflected attention from the other kids to me. what's one more?

 

Kids can be really mean. I was never really bullied or anything, but they did make fun of my accent...

 

we didn't really have much trouble with peopel's accents in SoCal, just about everyone had one. however, after i'd moved to tennessee and picked up the accent then moved back to SoCal i took a bit of hell until it faded again.

 

I was never really bullied, or made fun of. It's surprising really having such an obvious disability. People who couldn't afford decent clothes got bullied and their lives made into a living hell, it was such a shame. I always thought it was due to the fact that I was friends with the majority of the 'cool' people, and everybody knew who I was due to the fact I was so different. If anybody had started any shit they'd have went against the majority of people and probably gotten beaten up for it.

 

When I was in the 4th grade, I was picked on for being too skinny. I was called beanpole, walking skeleton, those kinds of things. The sad thing was, I had begun my struggles with eating disorders at that age, so little did they know. The really crazy thing was though, despite being super skinny, I was one of the first girls in my class to need a bra. Next to no fat on me, but there I was getting boobs! Go figure. So I got made fun of for that, had the back of my bra snapped many times, the kids giggled about being able to see my bra lines, yadda, yadda, yadda.

High school I got bullied by a group of tough girls because it always seemed like the guy they had a crush on that week had a crush on ME and was trying to call me or ask me out. So, I was constantly harassed, threatened, all because of that kind of stupidity. I would get myself so worked up, afraid of one of those girls pummeling me that I would literally get myself sick, shaking like a leaf in school. And the thing is, I spent my high school days pretty lonely, never going out on dates because I was terrified of getting my ass beat because of it. So, no homecoming, no prom. Oh, I got asked, but I always said no because I was afraid of what that group of girls would do to me for "taking their man".

The person I am today would have said to bring it on. *laughs*

 

yeah, facing it down gets easier with each time. after a while, you figure you're damned if you do, damned if you don't, and that's that. you kinda get this look on your face when they come for you. it's terribly discouraging for them. sorta takes the wind out of their sails. and when they start their crap and you say, in all honesty, "who are you, again?" and then get all reasonable and bored with them, they just sorta mouth out their bs and go away.

 

I was only bothered by the jocks. I preferred the laboratory to the playing field.

After I started displaying my karate chopping ability in wood shop class, they left me alone.


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excellent.

i always felt bad for the bullies when their pack turned against them. jeez, man. that looked terribly harsh. i made friends with my old tormentors several times that way.

 

I want to have karate chopping skills, I would break that out here at work...

 

i just bust some radical dance moves. people get scared.

 

There were a few bullies and their posse who made my life a living hell for years. There is no "stand up for yourself" when you are small and being literally chased home every day by a crowd of people. My parents didn't believe me and my father actually blamed me for it.

As far as I can tell, they grew up and are still the same. They probably have raised their kids the same way, seeing as they got it from their own parents.

I absolutely despise bullies and I think they should all die of cancer at an early age.

 

or run over by trucks.

 

Or be eaten by dinosaurs...RAWAR...

 

or bleed to death from a really nasty papercut.

 

While pouring lemon juice over it...

 

in a salt pit.

 

Or all of the above

 

I never really got bullied, but I got chased by bullies, sometimes by gangs of people, but I never got caught I was a fast runner.

 

School and puberty...fun times...