Oh man. I remember elementary school. The class bully was the principle's son. And he didn't like me very much. But i wasn't one for getting punched without punching back. Lots of fights on my 3rd grade record, let me tell ya'.
I know its harsh and anecdotal, but I remember when being bullied implied a bloody lip, or a black eye or scrapped knuckles. Not simply hurt feelings. Getting called names by that kid was considered a good day. That was easy; just don't listen. Even if he called me a poopbutt! Just ignore him and go back to playing the Pokemon card game.
But actually getting into a fight? That was bullying! That was serious! On recess he went into my backpack, found my deck and on the playground tore my shiny Charizard in half.
Honestly, its a miracle we didn't kill each other.
I know its harsh and anecdotal, but I remember when being bullied implied a bloody lip, or a black eye or scrapped knuckles. Not simply hurt feelings. Getting called names by that kid was considered a good day. That was easy; just don't listen. Even if he called me a poopbutt! Just ignore him and go back to playing the Pokemon card game.
But actually getting into a fight? That was bullying! That was serious! On recess he went into my backpack, found my deck and on the playground tore my shiny Charizard in half.
Honestly, its a miracle we didn't kill each other.