Lilani said:
Snipped all that, but excellent points were made. And while I would agree, there are times where it just becomes to much. And really, who hasnt be in that situation where they just got so upset that they couldnt control it. Not so much speaking towards that vid, but about bullying in a young age (early teens). Its hard to expect a kid whos going through puberty and change at that age to be in constant control of their emotions.
Besides, everyone has a breaking point.
<spoiler=Personal story that can be skipped since its rather counterproductive to the points made against fighting back>Mine probably bordered on criminal when I was older, but I had two stories of fighting back, once for me, and once for someone I liked and cared about.
The first time was for another, a girl who was my best friend and then later my gf. It was third grade, so I was about... 8 or 9, maybe ten. I forget exactly, and its too tedious to count backwards from highschool. It was school picture day, and the girl (amy) wanted to look nice, so her mom sent her in this nice decorative skirt thing. One of the fifth graders (should have been in sixth grade, but he got held back), who no one really liked, and, well, there's no better way of saying it but he was pretty much trash, and you could already tell then. His father was, his mother was, it was just a bad family, we all know of one of those kind. Anyway, he had knocked her over and was trying to tear her skirt (either to upset her or look up it, I dont know), when I saw it. The guy and I had a history, and I normally shrugged it off, or took some lumps for it cause I decided it was rather pointless to fight back. So I saw what he was doing to Amy, and with that, combined with Amy crying, and the history between us, I just lost it and I guess whited out with anger. I just rememberwhen it all came back to being aware, the white tile was red, his head was broken and he was beaten, and I had the principal (who was a rather large guy, since he was some kinda ex-seal or something) was holding me down and telling me that this was enough.
... As far as I know, they still never changed the tiles, just washed them down, though you could always see the stained pink if you looked close enough.
The other time was for myself, and really just myself, cause I was sick of taking this kid's shit. I was in ninth grade at the time, and it was something that had been going on since fourth grade (so about five years). It was the usual things, name calling which progressed to knocking stuff out of my hands which progessed to stealing/vandalizing my locker, to eventually him just beating up on me, and I took it all in stride, just shrugging it off or replacing the stuff in my locker (it was mostly homework, though he took my old gameboy advanced once, and that sorta ticked me off) or cleaning my locker. Then he finally just said that I was gay, and he had seen me always hanging out with one of the gay kids in the school (which I did, he was my friend, there was nothing sexual behind it) and how I was taking it in my ass and all this stuff, and I just said whatever. Then he said he was going to take it up with my gay friend (John), and I said to leave John alone, there's not point, because John was always looked down upon, and he was alone since the other four gay kids hooked up with each other just to have someone. He told me to make him... and I did. I beat him, and I beat him hard. Fractured two ribs, broke his shoulder, arm and wrist, bruised his knee on both bones that make the joint, and made him pick up five of his teeth.
Got ten weeks ICE (In School Exposition/Suspension) and a disciplinary note on my record for that.
