Oh, Columbine.Ten Foot Bunny said:There's one last thing I should mention that might be of significant importance when you consider my story of how we were treated. My high school? Columbine. Yes, THE Columbine High School that became the site of the nation's worst school shooting in '99, four years after I graduated. Sure enough, the shooters were two outcast kids whose goal on that day was to kill as many jocks as possible. Nothing in the world excuses their disgusting actions, but I'm pretty sure that the catalyst of their hatred was that they suffered the same mistreatment from the jocks and the school administration as my high school friends and I did. So while the talking heads on TV were blaming Marilyn Manson, The Matrix, and video games, I sat back and seethed about how fingers were being pointed everywhere except for the upper-middle-class bullies, their parents who did nothing to stop them, and the complicit upper-middle-class school administration who worked tirelessly to further persecute the persecuted.
Several of my friends (and my brother) were still in High School when that happened. And they got a ton of crap at school, including from administrators. And the funny thing is, they got that sort of crap for being the outcasts who everyone wanted to give shit. You know, rather than address the bullies, or something.
I wrote an LTE on the subject that we were creating the same scenario here (which oddly enough, got the attention of my one-day boss, because it got me a lot of negative attention for "threatening") which may have actually made things worse, because people missed the message of "if you keep doing this, something will break."
Nothing really did break, but the number of people bringing guns into the school went up drastically. And no lesson was learned except to lock down the school.
I empathised with the environment because I was the child of pacifists and got a lot of crap simply because I didn't fight back. Then I just stopped one day, fought back, and immediately was in trouble for winning the fight. Suddenly, there was talks about suspension, whereas before it was "our hands are tied" when I'd go home with black eyes and bloody lips. Suddenly, I was an evil, despicable thug for having the nerve, the temerity to raise a hand in self defense. I was so scared my parents were going to be piiiiiiiissed, but apparently, they were even more fed up with the crap than I was.
Suffice to say, I get why kids might crack in that environment.
Though in my case, this didn't so much have to do with being a nerd. I mean, I was roleplaying, but I was roleplaying with football and lacrosse players. Well, and the pyromaniac, and my ex, and a bunch of other people, but still.