I was bullied like you wouldn't believe as a kid (all moderators were, natch), in a myriad of different occasions for just as many different reasons, and waking up to stories of childhood trauma is still the last thing I'd want in the morning.
Save that for after lunch, at least. Clearly no-one bullied any manners into those kids.
Nothing more fun than waking up to a 2 minute long leg cramp and ending up on the floor.
It always feels like the muscles are twisted up into a knot and it can never go back to normal. I hate that.
Holy crap, I know what you mean. I instinctively stretch my legs out when I wake up, but occasionally my calf muscle will turn into a pretzel and I'll sit there writhing in pain for about 30 straight minutes. The last time it happened I went through the next three days feeling like someone Jackie Chan'd my leg.
I take a potassium supplement which is supposed to help, but it doesn't always prevent it. Freaking horrible way to wake up.
I was bullied like you wouldn't believe as a kid (all moderators were, natch), in a myriad of different occasions for just as many different reasons, and waking up to stories of childhood trauma is still the last thing I'd want in the morning.
Save that for after lunch, at least. Clearly no-one bullied any manners into those kids.
My mom was a teacher at every school I ever went to, so up untill 11th grade kids picked on me just to get to her. Even at college she was also a teacher there, but by then people didn't care.
I was bullied like you wouldn't believe as a kid (all moderators were, natch), in a myriad of different occasions for just as many different reasons, and waking up to stories of childhood trauma is still the last thing I'd want in the morning.
Save that for after lunch, at least. Clearly no-one bullied any manners into those kids.
My mom was a teacher at every school I ever went to, so up untill 11th grade kids picked on me just to get to her. Even at college she was also a teacher there, but by then people didn't care.
My mom was a teacher at every school I ever went to, so up untill 11th grade kids picked on me just to get to her. Even at college she was also a teacher there, but by then people didn't care.
I loved that about college. One of the only bullies I saw was in my freshman year, in one of my first classes, and his only attempt to push someone else around got all kinds of awkward glances from everyone around him. He was still in the high school mentality, but the rest of the class couldn't care less. That really shut him up quick.
Hahah! I remember that in my first year of college I was joining my first study group at the Student Center. Everyone went to Burger King and sat down at the same table, suddenly, this kid takes everyones fries and makes a giant french fry mountain. Everyone gave him a very cold look, he was like:
"What? When I go out with my friends this is what we do! We share!"
"We aren't your friends, those were mine, I bought them", some guy said.
He writes on a pretend note on a notebook that he pulls out of his pocket
"Well, now I know that you guys don't share..."
There was a gang of douchebags in my elementary school. They used to make fun of/threaten the french immersion students. Animosity towards French Canadians was particularly strong at the time and I'm sure these little idiots were just getting their hatred of "the French" from their idiot parents.
It used to drive me crazy because they always managed to outnumber us whenever there was any sort of clash between the two groups. If there were 3 of us, there were 6 of them. 6 of us? 10 of them. I was smart enough to understand that the odds were not in our favor and so would end up backing down and walking away.
Finally I got tired of always looking over my shoulder so the next time they started something I waited for one of them to make the first move and just unloaded on the guy. It ended with me sitting on his chest, punching him in the face over and over until one of his friends pulled me off.
That was basically the end of the bullying/threats.
I have always tried to show restraint and talk myself out of situations but it sure feels good to throw a punch at someone who truly deserves it once in a while.
I don't know. I mean we had douchebags when I was growing up but I don't know if I would call them bullies. I mean there was nobody beating people up to steal their lunch money. But I went to very large schools, so maybe that had something to do with it?
I got bullied pretty bad when I switched elementary schools the third time. By the time I got to highschool, I got tired of it and did that whole thing where when you get to prison you beat up the biggest, toughest looking guy. Except. Y'know. I didn't actually even get to touch him. He'd been seriously creeping threateningly on my friend who wanted none of that shit, so I went at him with a bottle and the legend goes that about ten people had to hold me back. (I have no idea what the fuck I would have actually done if people hadn't held me back like I thought they would)
This reputation carried me throughout high school and still to this day when I talk to people I knew from school they say they were terrified of me and thought of me as being this huge scary bully. There is a particularly hilarious story of me picking up a younger girl and slamming her into a drainpipe or something, apparently spraining her arm. I can't even lift my 4'11 friend and I only heard this story a year out of highschool. I can't kick a soccer ball more than four feet and have difficulty opening jars. I am the biggest wuss.
I can't even lift my 4'11 friend and I only heard this story a year out of highschool. I can't kick a soccer ball more than four feet and have difficulty opening jars. I am the biggest wuss.
I only ever had to worry about physical bullying when I lived in a pretty poor town during the first few years of elementary school. One of the kids there was particularly frustrated, and him and his friends tried to beat me up in a "circle of death" deal once, but I just kind of... walked out of it.
Man I have never had to punch any body. My knuckles are so tender and weak.
My earliest memory is from my third birthday in Mississippi. We were playing outside at daycare, and all of a sudden I wanted to ride on the tricycle. Some other kid was playing with it, so I yelled at him as I tore it from his grip and pushed him out of the way.
The tricycle was green and there were beautiful trees all around the playground; his facial expression combined terror and anguish.
Even though I was only three years old, I still feel bad about this; sometimes I wish I could apologize to that kid. I just don't understand how someone can be a remorseless offender of basic human rights. It's simple: don't dehumanize anyone, and don't hurt anyone if they're not hurting anyone. Unfortunately, when dehumanization and violence are traditions of a culture, that's when it's hard for someone on the inside to see when what they're doing is wrong.
But in reality, everything is much more complicated than we think, and our morals might just all be made up anyway. Or at least they might be instincts that are twisted and misdirected by history and society.
I don't remember there being much physical bullying at my school, but I might have missed it. I was pretty oblivious.
This was me.
I only ever knew like 3 sort of bullies and they weren't really more then bratty and 2 them became pseudo friends because I was apparently unbullyable since I didn't react to it.
Oh and re: bullies, yeah I was bullied during primary school. Thankfully I was a pretty big kid, so there wasn't much physical bullying, but there was this one really fat guy who liked to pick on me, and would always get pretty much let off by my teacher (it was said it was because he was 1/8th Aboriginal, but I don't know how much of that is true and how much is ingrained racism). Basically the problem was solved when I figured out that even though he was stronger than myself, he was slow. Once I made an improvised whip out of my jumper (sweater) to keep him at bay during lunchtime I was pretty much safe except for surprise attacks.
And I have also been the bully, although thankfully there's only one example I can remember. There was a mentally disabled kid at my school, and one time when the older kids were picking on him I decided to join in (I suppose because I wanted to be 'cool', which at the time I assuredly was not). It ended up with me with a bloody nose after he punched me in the face, and frankly, I think I got what I deserved. It's still probably one of my biggest regrets.
I'm appalled that many of you have had such bad experiences with bullying.
Speaking personally, bullying can be both entertaining and profitable.
For me it was. I was the perfect bully-bait. I was shorter, skinnier, and paler than the other kids. Unfortunately I also threw a much meaner right hook. One year three kids got to come to school with their left eye swollen shut.
Once I moved away from maryland bullying stopped. No one really gave a shit that I was black in a 90% white school in North Carolina, But fucking everyone cares in a school thats a mixing pot and has a noticeable achievement gap. Suddenly then you're an Oreo for writing well and doing homework. I was also considered a tom boy. Neither helped me not get picked on, but my drawings were cool enough to give me some credit.
Middle school sucked and I hated almost every minute of it. But, I was only ever in a fight once.
I dont know anyone who went to a normal middle school and liked it. You probably saved yourself some agnoy. I dont know why but that 7-8th grade period is a time when kids are super shitty to each other. I would assume having older kids around would make it seem less isolated and hopeless.
We had 1-6/7-9/10-12. I later went back to my junior high (7-9) to job shadow my former art teacher and it was like being in an asylum crossed with a zoo.
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Save that for after lunch, at least. Clearly no-one bullied any manners into those kids.
and yes I color, but not all that well.
Something about a nerd who gets super buff and has a problem with his dork?
It always feels like the muscles are twisted up into a knot and it can never go back to normal. I hate that.
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Holy crap, I know what you mean. I instinctively stretch my legs out when I wake up, but occasionally my calf muscle will turn into a pretzel and I'll sit there writhing in pain for about 30 straight minutes. The last time it happened I went through the next three days feeling like someone Jackie Chan'd my leg.
I take a potassium supplement which is supposed to help, but it doesn't always prevent it. Freaking horrible way to wake up.
My mom was a teacher at every school I ever went to, so up untill 11th grade kids picked on me just to get to her. Even at college she was also a teacher there, but by then people didn't care.
Oh shit, that's like mafia style right there!
I loved that about college. One of the only bullies I saw was in my freshman year, in one of my first classes, and his only attempt to push someone else around got all kinds of awkward glances from everyone around him. He was still in the high school mentality, but the rest of the class couldn't care less. That really shut him up quick.
"What? When I go out with my friends this is what we do! We share!"
"We aren't your friends, those were mine, I bought them", some guy said.
He writes on a pretend note on a notebook that he pulls out of his pocket
"Well, now I know that you guys don't share..."
Now it makes me wonder how many of the people he's drawn pictures of were actually trying to take his lunch money.
So yes, on a different subject. Anyone else planning to see Paranormal Activity 2 tonight?
It used to drive me crazy because they always managed to outnumber us whenever there was any sort of clash between the two groups. If there were 3 of us, there were 6 of them. 6 of us? 10 of them. I was smart enough to understand that the odds were not in our favor and so would end up backing down and walking away.
Finally I got tired of always looking over my shoulder so the next time they started something I waited for one of them to make the first move and just unloaded on the guy. It ended with me sitting on his chest, punching him in the face over and over until one of his friends pulled me off.
That was basically the end of the bullying/threats.
This reputation carried me throughout high school and still to this day when I talk to people I knew from school they say they were terrified of me and thought of me as being this huge scary bully. There is a particularly hilarious story of me picking up a younger girl and slamming her into a drainpipe or something, apparently spraining her arm. I can't even lift my 4'11 friend and I only heard this story a year out of highschool. I can't kick a soccer ball more than four feet and have difficulty opening jars. I am the biggest wuss.
this just makes me want to hug you.
and hear your spine crack.
I didn't have a bully. Mainly because I was about 6 inches to a foot taller than everyone else in my grade. Then came homeschool.
EDIT: Oh, TOTP. Recap: bully discussion.
Man I have never had to punch any body. My knuckles are so tender and weak.
there were a couple of memorable fights, though.
Also on the advice of this thread I bought autodesk and I basically wet myself. I finally have something to ink with!
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Even though I was only three years old, I still feel bad about this; sometimes I wish I could apologize to that kid. I just don't understand how someone can be a remorseless offender of basic human rights. It's simple: don't dehumanize anyone, and don't hurt anyone if they're not hurting anyone. Unfortunately, when dehumanization and violence are traditions of a culture, that's when it's hard for someone on the inside to see when what they're doing is wrong.
But in reality, everything is much more complicated than we think, and our morals might just all be made up anyway. Or at least they might be instincts that are twisted and misdirected by history and society.
edit: relevant (hehehe)
I thought it was going to come back to him punching the old lady, but that ending was just as good too.
This was me.
I only ever knew like 3 sort of bullies and they weren't really more then bratty and 2 them became pseudo friends because I was apparently unbullyable since I didn't react to it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nyxfN1UiRZg
And I have also been the bully, although thankfully there's only one example I can remember. There was a mentally disabled kid at my school, and one time when the older kids were picking on him I decided to join in (I suppose because I wanted to be 'cool', which at the time I assuredly was not). It ended up with me with a bloody nose after he punched me in the face, and frankly, I think I got what I deserved. It's still probably one of my biggest regrets.
Speaking personally, bullying can be both entertaining and profitable.
For me it was. I was the perfect bully-bait. I was shorter, skinnier, and paler than the other kids. Unfortunately I also threw a much meaner right hook. One year three kids got to come to school with their left eye swollen shut.
Middle school sucked and I hated almost every minute of it. But, I was only ever in a fight once.