Little shits who think the're tough.
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An interesting story, but it is something I have no real experience with up to this point. People just don't try to cause me problems. I guess they understand without words that its just a bad idea to start problems that would go very badly for them very quickly.
That kind of behaviour used to make me laugh my ass off when I was still in school. If you laugh at them they just get more pissed off and try to threaten you more. Usually at the point where you're doubled over and almost asphyxiated from laughing so hard, waving your hand in a 'enough! enough! I can't breathe!' fashion they'll storm off in a huff/embarrassed rage.
hey, go you! *clapclapclap*PayJ567 said:
in case you cant tell my hair comes down to my shoulders plus i wear glasses. needless to say im a little shit magnet
AHAHA YOU'RE FUNNY. DO A COMEDY AGAIN! I'm sorry, it had to be said. In fairness, a lot of schools have separate areas for 'little' kids and 'bigger' kids; probably to avoid this kind of thing happening. Many schools even have different lunch times for them, again, probably to stop the 'roughhousing' they fear might happen. And again, in fairness, it probably would.Jamieson 90 said:
haha, yes I've heard of wit, I even have a bit of it(and you appear to as well). However, why should I waste it on the little 'gangstas' who approach me. It would likely go straight over their heads and they would move directly into the punching stage, am I supposed to let them attack me with no repercussions? They would learn nothing.interspark said:
p.s. I also have long hair and glasses...I'm also kinda big.
True, but you can't help what happens in the city away from the school.Lexodus said:
Nah just strange to me, I went to a crappy Comprehensive with a 25% pass rate, There were no rules (well if there were no one followed them) Teachers didn't care, infact football and sports were allowed because it was generally better than constant fights and the gang warfare, not joking about he gang warfare as well.Lexodus said:
In MAAAAH School, ye got up at 2 in the mornin' the day before and marched forty miles to the school, which was just a ditch filled with corpses and dirty washing and ye got eaten bah the teeecha, IF YOO WAS LOOKY!Dok Zombie said:
It was really fun reading all of your stories : D even if some of them seemed a bit unnecessarily violent. I've never actually had to deal with this kind of sh*t, I have been bullied, but I just sort of ignored it. God damn it would feel good to just find my bullies and beat the sh*t out of them! Anyway, I've regained some of my esteem in the last few years, so I think I could deal with one of these kids in the "appropriate" way now. I used to just take shit, now I don't take shit form nobody. (oh shit I forgot to "*" "shit"!) But now i'm also pretty big, strong and tall. So hopefully they'll leave me alone. And also; I blame the Internet.
You think that's bad? You clearly haven't met the kindergarten shrimps around where I live. Holy Shit.
I remember one little 6th grader who thought he was tough, only reason no one did anything to him was because everyone was scared of his brother. I was planning on kicking his ass the next year but the fucker transfers out. If he stayed he probably would've had his ass kicked all the time. I wish he stayed.
he came up to you and started being a dick, it may not have been super nice, but I really would'nt say it was bullying. And When I was 12 or 13 I don't think any of us would have picked a fight with someone who was much older. I noticed this too, but it may just be the some of the kid(s) and not all of them.Gunjack65 said:
Heh, sad part is I got two stories and I am 26 now.
In High School, I oddly got a reputation for being the 'crazy jock' because I got bored alot and did little funny things that everyone else thought was just insane. So thus people often left me alone because I was the 'crazy jock'
The first story happened in wrestling in 12 grade (which was the funnier of the two stories). Each grade were ordered to sit in one row each, with the 12 graders being at the front basically doing the stretches and counting for the younger grades. This little guy, really little guy suddenly sat right next to me and started to snap his mouth to everybody, including me. He was a geek though, and I got to know him a little, so I just told him off. When he wouldn't stop, I finally got up, grabbed him by the back of the shirt and carried him with ease to the back and told him to shut up. He still badmouthed me when I turned by back.
Most of the other guys made sure he kept silent, though.
2) This actually happened alot, especially in 10th and 11th grade, that some kids heard my reputation and figured they'd pick a fight with me, only for me to smirk and push them once, which usually got them to fall on their ass. They glared, but never did anything.
3) One time my ex-gf was going out with one of those little punks, breaking a relationship with a buddy of mine (Don't ask). I walked up to her to ask what's going on, and she gave me a suitable answer to tell my buddy. The idiot that she went with, however, didn't like me talking to her one bit, and pushed me hard (which really didn't even budge me), yelling at me to stay away from her. I tried to tell him that she was a friend of mine and he continued to rant. I threw down my bag and held my arms wide, telling him that he wanted to fight, throw the first punch, knowing full well he would probably get his face caved in if he actually would fight. He declined, saying he'll face me later. Four months past and I was with another friend, and I told him the story. He laughed, hard, then said: "So it was you."
Turned out, the little punk was my friend's cousin, and told my buddy to beat up some 'crazy jock'. I couldn't stop laughing.
In High School, I oddly got a reputation for being the 'crazy jock' because I got bored alot and did little funny things that everyone else thought was just insane. So thus people often left me alone because I was the 'crazy jock'
The first story happened in wrestling in 12 grade (which was the funnier of the two stories). Each grade were ordered to sit in one row each, with the 12 graders being at the front basically doing the stretches and counting for the younger grades. This little guy, really little guy suddenly sat right next to me and started to snap his mouth to everybody, including me. He was a geek though, and I got to know him a little, so I just told him off. When he wouldn't stop, I finally got up, grabbed him by the back of the shirt and carried him with ease to the back and told him to shut up. He still badmouthed me when I turned by back.
Most of the other guys made sure he kept silent, though.
2) This actually happened alot, especially in 10th and 11th grade, that some kids heard my reputation and figured they'd pick a fight with me, only for me to smirk and push them once, which usually got them to fall on their ass. They glared, but never did anything.
3) One time my ex-gf was going out with one of those little punks, breaking a relationship with a buddy of mine (Don't ask). I walked up to her to ask what's going on, and she gave me a suitable answer to tell my buddy. The idiot that she went with, however, didn't like me talking to her one bit, and pushed me hard (which really didn't even budge me), yelling at me to stay away from her. I tried to tell him that she was a friend of mine and he continued to rant. I threw down my bag and held my arms wide, telling him that he wanted to fight, throw the first punch, knowing full well he would probably get his face caved in if he actually would fight. He declined, saying he'll face me later. Four months past and I was with another friend, and I told him the story. He laughed, hard, then said: "So it was you."
Turned out, the little punk was my friend's cousin, and told my buddy to beat up some 'crazy jock'. I couldn't stop laughing.
Hahaha. This brings lovely memories.
Apparently I'm in the year just before these gobby year 7s started turning up. This was about 2 and a half years ago. I was walking home from school, I had just got into year 8, and a (tiny) year 7 came up to me on his bike just after the person I was walking home with went a different way to me, and stopped in front of me, and asked in a very polite, decent way;
"WHAT WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT ME JUST NOW?"
I hadn't said anything. I just kept walking (I'm a pacifist), and he stopped in front of me again, and told me I'd "better start running". I asked why, and he said "'Cuz I'm gonna smack you". I just walked past laughing. I'M A GOOD BOY.
Oh, last week I saw him with his "posse" (another year 9 (that's the year he's in now) and some year 11 or something), the older kid threatened me because I "bumped into him" (he bumped into me), but the threats he came up with were pathetic man. Me and the people I was with just laughed.
In other words, these new year 7s never change. Prepare for a bright future.
Apparently I'm in the year just before these gobby year 7s started turning up. This was about 2 and a half years ago. I was walking home from school, I had just got into year 8, and a (tiny) year 7 came up to me on his bike just after the person I was walking home with went a different way to me, and stopped in front of me, and asked in a very polite, decent way;
"WHAT WERE YOU SAYING ABOUT ME JUST NOW?"
I hadn't said anything. I just kept walking (I'm a pacifist), and he stopped in front of me again, and told me I'd "better start running". I asked why, and he said "'Cuz I'm gonna smack you". I just walked past laughing. I'M A GOOD BOY.
Oh, last week I saw him with his "posse" (another year 9 (that's the year he's in now) and some year 11 or something), the older kid threatened me because I "bumped into him" (he bumped into me), but the threats he came up with were pathetic man. Me and the people I was with just laughed.
In other words, these new year 7s never change. Prepare for a bright future.