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At my school its fight then make up. Unless your a girl... One kid kept abusing me verbally in 7th grade and now me and him are tight up in high school. One kid tried to steal my money and I had so much people on my side that his shit got knocked in be for I could get to him. Never really got bulled.
I was a richly tanned child of Hispanic/NA and German descent, whose (at the time) lower-middle-class parents paid a lot, to get into a nice Christian school. Needless to say, the school wasn't that great. The teachers were racist always making the dark children play 'Indians' and people of color, even when the white children asked to be in those roles. One was especially cruel in 3rd grade (not allowing me to use the restroom when I asked, causing me to pee my pants in class).
The kids weren't too nice either, but we all know that. They teased me about the clothes I had to wear. My mother couldn't afford the same types of clothes, and I had to make due with the next best thing, and patches on my pants - she also liked to dress me a few years younger then I was and when I was old enough wouldn't let me shave my legs. I'm sure you can imagine the fodder that gave the other children, since the girls had to wear skirts for chapel. Jokes that I wasn't developing right. I was teased a good deal, about nearly everything, through 1st to 8th grade. Towards the last day of 8th grade, I spent it by my locker, by myself while everyone did these cheerful school activities.
During the time I spent in the first three years of High School, I had a group of 'friends', but I was more like the verbal punching bag, and they ditched me constantly and took advantage of my generosity and eagerness to have friends. By that time I was seeing a 'therapist' about my decline, my parents ugly divorce, and was just doing terribly. I left that school a year early, and took on a (type of) home schooling program and finished High School alone. I didn't walk with classmates in the ceremony, and I didn't keep any 'friends' from either school.
I just never seemed to 'fit in', anywhere. Even now, I don't do well with teasing. Even if it's a joke from someone I like, or who doesn't usually do it. Despite knowing they are just joking, it really irks me, but I can let it go now. But then, it was absolute torture.
The kids weren't too nice either, but we all know that. They teased me about the clothes I had to wear. My mother couldn't afford the same types of clothes, and I had to make due with the next best thing, and patches on my pants - she also liked to dress me a few years younger then I was and when I was old enough wouldn't let me shave my legs. I'm sure you can imagine the fodder that gave the other children, since the girls had to wear skirts for chapel. Jokes that I wasn't developing right. I was teased a good deal, about nearly everything, through 1st to 8th grade. Towards the last day of 8th grade, I spent it by my locker, by myself while everyone did these cheerful school activities.
During the time I spent in the first three years of High School, I had a group of 'friends', but I was more like the verbal punching bag, and they ditched me constantly and took advantage of my generosity and eagerness to have friends. By that time I was seeing a 'therapist' about my decline, my parents ugly divorce, and was just doing terribly. I left that school a year early, and took on a (type of) home schooling program and finished High School alone. I didn't walk with classmates in the ceremony, and I didn't keep any 'friends' from either school.
I just never seemed to 'fit in', anywhere. Even now, I don't do well with teasing. Even if it's a joke from someone I like, or who doesn't usually do it. Despite knowing they are just joking, it really irks me, but I can let it go now. But then, it was absolute torture.
For me it was never physical. Except for a few incidents that ended with me getting smacked or tripped it was all verbal.
Essentialy, my entire school life I was essentialy the grades pariah. In class I had whatever I said mocked quietly, but still loud enough to be heard, right behind me, people refused to talk to me on the basis that I'm weird or stupid, in gym I was constantly the one singled out in the usual way (should something go wrong? Guess who's fault it isntantly it! Bluh...) and the always classic name calling and bookings.
And other various things, I just coped by putting on a stupid smile and shrugging at first, and that eventualy gave way to simply shutting off all reactions should anything happen to that
This kinda ended with the obvious result of being emotionaly stunted and immediatley distrustful of everyone, as having almost an entire grade (I really wish that was hyperbole) against me =\
I know its not much compared to some stories so far, and those that are probably yet to come, but its things like that which make my education hell.
Essentialy, my entire school life I was essentialy the grades pariah. In class I had whatever I said mocked quietly, but still loud enough to be heard, right behind me, people refused to talk to me on the basis that I'm weird or stupid, in gym I was constantly the one singled out in the usual way (should something go wrong? Guess who's fault it isntantly it! Bluh...) and the always classic name calling and bookings.
And other various things, I just coped by putting on a stupid smile and shrugging at first, and that eventualy gave way to simply shutting off all reactions should anything happen to that
This kinda ended with the obvious result of being emotionaly stunted and immediatley distrustful of everyone, as having almost an entire grade (I really wish that was hyperbole) against me =\
I know its not much compared to some stories so far, and those that are probably yet to come, but its things like that which make my education hell.
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Yeah I got bullied a lot because I was the shortest, skinniest, had no friends and sucked at sports (I actually have never managed to get the ball to the other side of the net on volleyball), also I was really short tempered and persistent so for most schools (I changed schools almost every year) by the end of the year I was not getting bullied anymore because I always defended myself and never gave up, hell one time I fought for 3 hours before the bully got tired of beating me up and he just went away, stopped bothering me after I hit him with a chair though (I was kind of a psycho), also it might be worth saying that I was taught that men don't cry and that real men fight until the end by my father, was the only one of all (we were 4) that actually bought into it, and yes I NEVER cried and always repressed my feelings so I eventually had a nervous attack and have become quite a relaxed and easy going person since then although I still have no friends 
Well, I was shown a picture of me being tied to a tree, with a shotgun shoved against my back.
Then, teachers began emotionally abusing me. Screaming at me, insulting me, locking me in an isolated room for hours on end, denying me lunch and not letting me go home when everyone else did.
Then, teachers began emotionally abusing me. Screaming at me, insulting me, locking me in an isolated room for hours on end, denying me lunch and not letting me go home when everyone else did.
Not really bullying in the purest sense of the word, but I had a bit of a rough time in mid secondary school. I've always been a very serious little boy, taking rules to heart and not partaking/laughing at the latest pranks or whatever. This got me the reputation of being a bit austere and cold. For most of the time people didn't really care, but when I was around 13-14 years old, I sort of became a popular target for pranksters because they knew getting this sort of attention would irritate me to the max (and they were right). I also got the verbal version with people telling me I was pathetic, etc.
10 years later, I'm still baffled at the amount of stupidity some people showed me back then. Nowadays I would just ignore them, but I didn't have the maturity for that when it happened. I'm not that big on the whole psychological injuries thing, but sometimes I think these events made me distrust people in general and even today I'm still slow to make friends.
10 years later, I'm still baffled at the amount of stupidity some people showed me back then. Nowadays I would just ignore them, but I didn't have the maturity for that when it happened. I'm not that big on the whole psychological injuries thing, but sometimes I think these events made me distrust people in general and even today I'm still slow to make friends.
For me it was all psychological abuse all throughout grade school until about my last two years of high school. Admittedly, I was a pretty easy target. I was a skinny, awkward and nerdy girl who played games and drew all the time and with a silly last name, and I wasn't interested in fashion, music or anything else that might have let me relate to my peers. I was harassed every day, ranging from simple name-calling and verbal abuse to more malicious things like crude sexual drawings and people just being downright nasty. I was picked on by people I knew as well as strangers, so it took a few years until I joined the army to overcome my shyness and uneasiness in social situations.
I had one really good friend all my life and a close family, so I never let it get to me too badly. It was also a long time ago and not something I ever really think about anymore. Though I was curious and tempted to go to my 10th year high school reunion this year since I was in-state for Thanksgiving, but ironically I had no one to go with. Lol.
I had one really good friend all my life and a close family, so I never let it get to me too badly. It was also a long time ago and not something I ever really think about anymore. Though I was curious and tempted to go to my 10th year high school reunion this year since I was in-state for Thanksgiving, but ironically I had no one to go with. Lol.
On my hockey team over the years one kid was constantly bullying me for various reasons. But I kinda bullied him back, at least to the point today where he actually is afraid of me when I look slightly pissed off.
My dad also used to be quite the pain in the ass. But nothing a little confrontation didn't eventually fix.
My dad also used to be quite the pain in the ass. But nothing a little confrontation didn't eventually fix.
In middles school (anyone else see a pattern here?). I was never beaten up, but I was made fun of.
The jocks and the rich kids (I am really goin' for the stereotypes here.) were the ones that made fun of me. They called me retarded and weird (The weird part wasn't far off, it's how I dealt for a long time.)
Then we all reached highschool and everyone grew up, in more ways than one. We aren't all friends, but no one had any negative feelings about me when we all left.
The jocks and the rich kids (I am really goin' for the stereotypes here.) were the ones that made fun of me. They called me retarded and weird (The weird part wasn't far off, it's how I dealt for a long time.)
Then we all reached highschool and everyone grew up, in more ways than one. We aren't all friends, but no one had any negative feelings about me when we all left.
I was berated and mentally abused growing up, both outside and inside the home. Especially in middle-school.
When I turned 14, I had several growth spurts, and started lifting weights. That was also my first year in High-school. I remember looking down at my tormentors and seeing their sudden fear at my size and strength.
I loved that feeling, but never returned their pains. Guess I'm just awesome.
When I turned 14, I had several growth spurts, and started lifting weights. That was also my first year in High-school. I remember looking down at my tormentors and seeing their sudden fear at my size and strength.
I loved that feeling, but never returned their pains. Guess I'm just awesome.
Oh yeah! I loved grade 8. Grade 7 was also quite crap for me. Did meet alot of friends I still have though, and met some enemies...Jackpot524 said:
My way of dealing with them was to ignore them completely.
The one time I decided to stop ignoring it, was at the grade 8 grad after-party. The main asshole grabbed me in a bear hug as I was leaving, so I snapped my head back, catching him right in the nose. He stumbled back, letting go of me, and nearly flipped over a couch. That was very satisfying.
Physically, emotionally, pretty much everything. Things I'm glad I missed out on: Swirlies.
In high school, most of them grew up, and I grew up enough to not give a shit. Honestly, in the grand scheme of things I think that bullying made me a better person. It made me grow up and really think about a lot of things. It made me a stronger person.
In high school, most of them grew up, and I grew up enough to not give a shit. Honestly, in the grand scheme of things I think that bullying made me a better person. It made me grow up and really think about a lot of things. It made me a stronger person.
I got made fun of a lot, all the way up to about junior year of high school, and probably because I was always awkward and introverted. It only really let up when my peers started getting too busy planning for their adult lives to care about what I was doing.
And when I stopped having to take PE class.
EDIT: I know how OP is going to get bullied: by Grammar Nazis for not knowing the difference between 'were' and 'where'.
That said, other than the fact that he needs to pay more attention in English class, I sympathize with his experience.
And when I stopped having to take PE class.
EDIT: I know how OP is going to get bullied: by Grammar Nazis for not knowing the difference between 'were' and 'where'.
That said, other than the fact that he needs to pay more attention in English class, I sympathize with his experience.
I was always a bigger kid, so bullying didn't seem like a problem. It was. I was physically abused in grade school with the classic paper balls chucked at my head when the teacher turned around. And of course I went to a small, private school, so I was the only nerd trapped in class of jocks for SIX shitty years!
Then comes public Middle School, where we introduce the social standings. Awh, how fun. I think I went wrong by admitting I was happy being a nerd immediatly, rather than degrade myself to become a popular kid. Oddly, I never got in a fight or hit during this whole period.
Finally, there is High School, aka The Living Hormone Pit of Hell. Finally got attacked-with an orange. He threw it at me from across the playground(weird to see that in high school) and I somehow caught it and threw it back at him and hit him. A year later he finally gathered the stones to jump me in P.E. Lets just say, I won. This seems to be the end of the bully days-for now!
Then comes public Middle School, where we introduce the social standings. Awh, how fun. I think I went wrong by admitting I was happy being a nerd immediatly, rather than degrade myself to become a popular kid. Oddly, I never got in a fight or hit during this whole period.
Finally, there is High School, aka The Living Hormone Pit of Hell. Finally got attacked-with an orange. He threw it at me from across the playground(weird to see that in high school) and I somehow caught it and threw it back at him and hit him. A year later he finally gathered the stones to jump me in P.E. Lets just say, I won. This seems to be the end of the bully days-for now!
Dang, I wish I saw some kids like the people on this topic at my school. I was pretty much the only girl bullied in the whole school (2nd grade through about... yeah lets go through junior year). It wasn't very physical, i can only recall 2 times when i was hit, and none of them were that bad (kid beat me with a paper dictionary in elem., girl shoved me into the floor [i was sitting on the floor already] in HS). I was the only black (well half. actually there was another girl, but she wasnt in my level.) girl in the school, so there was just plain ol' racism.
I despise the popular kids, because if they decide to bully you, the rest of the class will be on their side. I distrust most people I meet because of the shit I went through in elementary school.
At first I got beat up a lot then later in life when I got big and strong they terned to verbal then I became a smart ass.... then more fights LOL.
Same, but it also made me want to throw caustic in peoples faces who were d*ckheads.spartan231490 said: