Bad Classmates.....Share Your Story (or Stories)

[Severen13]

I always got along with my teachers, more or less, since I was a quiet kid who didn't make trouble. *However*, my family moved around a lot when I was young, so I was always the "new kid". Add to the fact that I was horrifically shy, introverted, and had a hideous overbite (which wasn't corrected until after I graduated high school, I'm 33 now), and guess what? I was the kid everyone picked on.

A few highlights:

* 5th Grade: I'm standing up in the front of the class (I don't remember why) and the teacher calls a male classmate to come up too. His response? "I don't want to stand next to the dog!" (meaning me)

* 6th Grade: I'm the new kid again *during the last two months of the school year*. One girl named Jeananne decided she hated my guts and tried to beat me up during recess.

* 7th Grade: A girl named Bernadette calls me a "reject" to my face. Oh, and Jeananne is in my class and she still hates me for no reason.

* High School: Four boys--Scott, Jason, Jeff, and Jimmy--somehow or another decided that I was a drug addict (I don't smoke, drink, and have never done any illegall drugs). They nicknamed me "Weed" and made the last two years a living hell. After high school I worked at a fast food place when Scott came in and I ended up having to wait on him. He said something about me being a "drop out". I now regret not reaching across the counter and strangling him.

Yikes. It's a wonder I made it out alive.

[Greenday]

There were a decent amount of classes where I got a 99 in the class because I was one of the couple kids who DIDN'T cause trouble. I think that says something about my classmates. I also put up with a lot of crap from them because I refused to be a complete d*** like the rest of them. It got really intense my sophmore year, so when you added that to all the crap I was dealing with out of school, I started therapy.

Finally my junior year, I stopped putting up with their crap and would get up in their faces and throw their "challenges" right back at them. They all backed down and left me alone.

[Kiwi]

The year I was 12 there was a group of boys in my class who were just plain nasty, the art teacher selected me as a "model" and the boys took their revenge by drawing me as a pig.... literally every single one of them. Ive never gotten over that.

When I was younger some idiot decided that I had curly hair because I was crawling with "nits" (lice and Ive only ever had them once, when I was 4) and the entire class called me nits, until my brother and three of his friends came to my rescue, the boy ended up pissing himself and didnt speak to me ever again, and youd better believe every single person knewabout it for the next few years (it was legendary by highschool). although I never mentioned it again I just wanted to forget, all it took was a look from me and he would shut up and go bright read. Taught him a really good lesson, he never apologuised though, but thats what happens when all of your classmates go to the same schools.

Then the same group were in my music class the next year and we were all made to try different instruments at random.... everyone in the class refused after I was made to try the tuba... like I was diseased.

Out of all of my school years, I was never really bothered or teased by girls, sure there was the odd occasion but the guys were ALWAYS so nasty to me, not in a "i have a crush want your attention" kind of way but in a I hate you with intensity kind of way.....

I never understood what I had done wrong?

[Greenday]

Wow, Kiwi, that's odd. I gotta wonder about those guys you went to school with. You are extremely pretty too. I'd have figured the guys would have been going after you instead of giving you crap.

[Giggle Goose]

Yikes. It's a wonder I made it out alive.

I hear that! I was always kind of a "chunk-muffin," so to speak, but my weight got really bad when I was in junior high. A lot of kids would call me names like "big girl" and "roly-poly," but there was this one girl in my chorus class that randomly took my shoes off my feet and threw them across the room one day. I know that's kind of dumb to be mad about, but I can still picture everyone laughing at the fat girl walking barefoot across the room to get her shoes. I had to change classes after that because that girl was so mean. But I lost 40 pounds after my freshman year and never looked back. Memories like that still sting, though.
Ps: This girl eventually dropped out of high school and got fired from her dead-end job last I heard. Oh yeah, and she had gained a lot of weight by the time she dropped out.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

In junior high, in one of my German classes, I had the unique pleasure of sitting next to this one girl who didn't have a particularly high opinion of me, and I didn't care too much for her either. We used to spend lots of time trading insults.

One day I was wearing this t-shirt which had a couple holes in it, and my mom put a round patch over the holes inside the shirt, and it kind of looked the imprint of a pig's snout.

So this girl says to me in a real snotty tone of voice "Hey, your shirt looks like a pig breathed on it!"

My response: "Well then stop breathing on it!"

It took her a while to figure out what I had just called her. :roll:

[AFpheonix]

Pretty much everyone sucked in grade school, although no one ever got physically violent with me, a few threatened it. One girl DID claw me hard enough to draw blood though, but I imagine she's one of those with smoker's voice, a camaro, a doublewide and 6 kids at this point.

Junior high and high school were a little better, although there was one kid that teachers kept sitting me next to who would push his crap all over my desk and just generally be an asshole.
So, I was a bitch back. I shoved his stuff back over hard enough that crap fell off the desk, and tell him to go fetch, I think I smacked him with a book once when he was being a particularly large pain in the butt. They finally moved me away after awhile...took them long enough.
The teacher did call home to my mom once to tell them that I was sarcastic. She just kind of looked at me funny when I got home. I didn't get into trouble at all, and I think she thought they were harping on something pretty small.
There was also another boy who left the school entirely because he felt he was getting picked on a lot, and was homeschooled from then on. When the family was explaining to the school why they were pulling him out, they complained about kids picking on him, and pointed out me as another victim. I thought that was pretty funny, because I'd just let it roll off my back, or yell back at the idiots. Ah well.


I don't miss k-12 at all.

[kerrisan]

Last semester I had a class where 6 or 7 girls would always talk about other classmates during class. It was hardly ever about how the looked; it was mostly just their ideas and teaching strategies that would be made fun of. About 5 of us complained to the prof about it. Apparently the poor woman thought it was her fault the class wasn't coming together. :(

I hear they got docked professionalism points. And I wondered why the prof was so pissed at the end of the semester.

I have about 3 of them in my Methods classes this semester. :(


Oh, and chat people helped me remember this one:

Back in 7th grade, this girl and her cronies decided to "get me' after class one day. So after class, I walked quickly outta there, but they chased me. So I started running. Of course, they gave chase. As I ran, however, I started slowing down. Eventually I stopped dead in my tracks. She slammed right into my backpack and fell on her @$$. I then ran off into the mall area.

She never bothered me again. Another case that rpoves that bullies are devoid of brain cells. ;)

[Binky]

I was always bullied at school, but teachers and students. One thing I'll never forget is when a Teacher Called Mrs. Right kicked me out of a class she didn't even teach for talking when all I was doing was watching her give announcements. I was literally staring at her like the rest of the class and she ripped me a new one in front of not just MY classmates, but another school that had come to debate along with their teachers. She made me walk up to the front of the class, then stand outside the door the entire debate because "I didn't deserve to watch it". I :cry: cried the whole time but couldn't hide, I was in a hallway and every teacher that passed me gave me dirties. This teacher was hated by everyone (sept all her little pets) and so everyone actually felt sorry for me, they knew I hadn't done anything wrong.

There is another teacher who actually took pleasure almost in humiliating me, would have this satisfied smirk on her face when she saw me being punished, or doing something wrong, and even MORE pleasure when she did it herself. Whole grade hated her, if you were not white Caucasian or had an IQ of 150 (at age 11) she would treat you like a stray dog. She actually did things to make me look stupid and humiliate me. I was moved to her maths class and she started asking me questions in front of the class that I had not learnt yet, didn't bother helping me catch up. Her class punished her in the end, put a magnet on her laptop and wiped it :lol: :lol: :roll: serves her right! F**K you Mrs Grey! You should never have been allowed to teach!

[Lace Neil Singer]

In primary school, I was the bad classmate for a while. :o This was cuz this teacher insisted on making me and this girl I hated sit next to each other for some reason, maybe she thought that by doing this we'd become best mates? Well, that backfired... eventually I got so sick of this girl's mindless drivel, that I took out my compass and stabbed her in the thigh. :lol: I got 15 minutes in the corridor for that.

[lilihob]

When I did my pitiful six months as a new teacher, (13 to 16 yr olds.)
I used to cry myself to sleep.
Imagine a 5 ft nothing, slim, (ahhh, those were the days!) 21 year old, trying to explain to an irate, 6ft plus, hoodie wearing chav, that he will read a poem, whether he likes it or not.
The stuff they used to do, and say, to each other was truly horrifying. Once, I got between two lads kicking it off, I stopped the fight. Only to have the girlfriend of one threaten to "knife" me for disrespecting her man.
This was in a school where we couldn't use the word 'naughty' or shout at the 'children', in case we damaged their precious psyches. Needless to say, I left before I fully qualified.
Sucky Children are the worst kind of SC, because in the UK they have endless rights, parents who will defend them whatever they do, and teachers can't really defend the good ones, cos' we'll only make it worse.

[blas]

Oh where do I start...

Elementary school......well, in kindergarten, we had half day and all day kindergarten. At kindergarten screening, I guess they "decided" if you were "normal" or "special needs". Because I had to be woken up early that day and I was cranky and refused to cooperate, I was donned "special needs", and put in all day kindergarten. Now, all the "normal" kids got to go home at noon, and the "special needs" kids like me had to stay all day. At noon, a bus from the special school (for the kids that were developmentally disabled or whatever the teachers thought of them) and those kids joined us. So yeah, I was special ed in kindergarten, yet I could count to 1000 and could write in cursive and already knew some German, but I was still special....yup. We had the WORST teacher's aid in the world. This woman was a real old bitty, who was really not cut out to work with special needs kids. She came in the afternoon and treated all the special kids like garbage. Oh well, she got fired when I was in 2nd grade. Karma is a bitch, and she never got to help teach again. Good. No special needs child ever needs to deal with a bitch like that. They didn't deserve to be punished for not coloring inside the lines!

I got teased unmercifully because of my parents being poor and having to wear clothes that had been worn by my cousins and their siblings before me. When people would come to my house, they'd make fun of my house and my parents.

A girl joined our class in like...4th grade and was one of those people who'd pretend to be your friend, but would tease you behind your back (practice for the future, maybe?). She was a real piece of work.

I developed breasts in late 4th grade....totally skipped the training bra. I woke up one morning with ping pong ball sized breasts, and they didn't stop growing from there. I was made fun of every day....and so...

Middle school......had to defend myself against rumors that I had breast implants (aren't kids just nice?) and that I was a "slut" and a "whore". Oh, that didn't stop there.

First high school: Breast implant rumor still alive and well, then rumors that I was a stripper after school and on weekends, rumors that I'd had sex with every guy in the entire town....(funny....most of them wouldn't even talk to me). People pretended to be my friend just because they were curious about the truth. They'd find out it was all lies.....then would go back and tell others that it was really true that I was a slut and a stripper with plastic surgery.

I joined the wrong crowd, because they were the only people who accepted me. I became a pothead and a drunk. I partied every weekend and smoked pot every day before school, at lunch, and after school. I would drink myself to the point of blacking out. I even tried coke and mushrooms.

We had to move, so I decided it was time for a fresh start. No drugs, no drinking, no hanging out with people like that.

Here comes 2nd high school: The second I walk into that school, I hear people mutter "slut" "skank" "hobag".......no one even knew who I was and I was already still a slut because of my hair, boobs, clothes, and whatever else I guess made me a target. I was a pretty girl, but not popular and feared like most. I was deemed the sluttiest, nastiest girl in school.......and I wasn't sexually active, and I hadn't already gotten knocked up several times unlike the girls who teased me endlessly. All of them had been pregnant at least once or twice.....

Needless to say, people made my life hell in school. I had very little friends. And I still encounter people who have that high school mentality on a daily basis.

Funny thing is, some people from high school have seen me out and about and act all nice to me, like "Blas, so good to see you! What have you been up to? Are you in college? We should get together sometime!".......yeah......you never could resist the chance to call me a slut on a daily basis back in high school, the one who wrote "The slut's locker" on my locker, and now you wanna be friends? Screw that shit. These morons finally realized that they are now the teeny fish in the huge pond, and they aren't shit anymore. Too bad, I don't feel bad for them. They can suffer the way I suffered. Now they'll know what it feels like.

I have been the kid that everyone picked on. And to be forced to go somewhere everyday where you experience 6-8 hours of torture.....and the teachers will stand up for the jocks and popular kids before even listening to you.....where justice against sexual harrassment will not be served........I've been there before.

[Lace Neil Singer]

I was bullied in secondary, however it's not really something I want to go into in detail. It was the popular clique who were the main problem; the ringleader eventually ended up getting the shit beaten out of her by me after she started a fight with me, as did her second in command. After that, it was verbal, which is still damaging.

[jnd4rusty]

I grew up in a small town of around 2300 people, my family was very poor and not very good house keepers, also my dad had only a 4th grade education and my mom and my brother are mentally challenged. As a result my school yrs were extremely "horrifiying". I was made fun of from grade school until I graduated. I was considered the poor white trash of my town. I had very few friends and those that were my friends were either younger or much older. It does not bother me as much any more although I still feel some twinges of sadness, but I quit having pity parties for myself and realized that I am an AWESOME person!! I don't give a hoot anymore about what people think of me!! In fact I stand up for myself more than I ever did and I refuse to let others make fun of anyone that has challenges either.

The coolest thing that happened was when I went to my 20 yr class reunion, practically 80 percent of my classmates came up to me and apologized for how they treated me and ignored me in school..in fact I keep in regular contact with several now. Amazing how people change.

[Broomjockey]

k-6 wasn't too bad, because I went to the school my mother was the librarian at. There was some junk, of course, but the fact I was by far the tallest guy in the class helped too.

7-9 were crap because of these couple guys who always pestered, teased, and tried to bully me, and I was a nice guy, so other people thought they could take advantage of me.

Finally, in grade 10, in gym class, we were doing a passing drill, and one of the guys from jr. high was standing behind me in the line. He decided he wanted my spot, and started in with the insults, which I ignored as usual. Then he decided to flick the back of my ear. BIG MISTAKE. I turned around, and somehow kick swept his legs out from under him, and threw him to the ground. I was gonna lay into him after that, but I managed to restrain myself. The best part? I went up to the teacher directly afterwards, still shaking from the adreneline rush, and asked if I could go run laps or something. He told me no, and to get back in line. No repercussions, because he knew what I had to put up with, and he never could do anything about what they were doing.

After that, no one ever said or did anything to my face, though I was told that they still tried to bad-mouth me behind my back. But I never gave two craps about what they thought, and neither did my friends. All two of them.

[Teysa]

Elementary School was pretty good until about the 5th grade. After that things started going downhill. However, 5th and 6th grades were a picnic compared to 7th and 8th grades. Those two years were probably the worst school years of my life. I don't think a day went by that someone didn't make fun of me. It would literally start at the bus stop in the morning and not stop until I got home that afternoon.

Whenever I'd get on the bus, a favorite taunt of two of the girls was "Some dogs are cute, but you're ugly." The fact that the bus was way overcrowded didn't help matters much either. Most of the time it was standing room only and no one wanted me to stand next to them. I got to the point where I started walking to and from school just so I wouldn't have to ride the bus anymore. My dad kept telling me that he didn't want me to walk alone, but my opinion was kidnappers couldn't be any worse than the kids I had to deal with.

Of course the taunts didn't stop once I got to school. The kids would make fun of me because of my hair or my clothes or anything else they could think of. The teachers, of course, did nothing. Whenever the teachers divided us into groups, no one would want to group with me and I would end up just being stuck with someone.

Add to this the fact that I got a perm in the 8th grade. Worst. Haircut. Ever. My hair poofed out so bad it wasn't even funny. Unfortunately, this was before big hair became popular. I was constantly asked if I'd stuck my finger in a light socket or if I was the science teacher's experiment. That by itself might not be so bad, but on top of everything else, it was just one more way for the kids to torment me.

On top of everything else, I went through severe bouts of depression. In fact, it got so bad, that I tried to kill myself on my than one occasion. To this day, my family doesn't know about all the attempts. Looking back, I probably should have been hospitalized, but that's neither here nor there.

Funny thing is, I didn't realize that all of this still hurt so much. It's been about 20 years since junior high and these memories still sting. I still look in the mirror and think that maybe the kids were right. I really am ugly. I should be over all that by now? Shouldn't I?

[Lace Neil Singer]

Nope; I still have days when I can't bear to look at myself in the mirror cuz I know I'll just see myself as being fat and ugly, like the way I thought I was at secondary school. I had compulsive eating disorder so I was big, but that was due to the stress of being bullied all the time. It never let up, and I used to dread going to school; I'd skive off a few times and go down to the town to smoke just cuz it was better than being there. I also self harmed, covering the scarring with long sleeves and tights. Even now, just thinking about it makes me cry; the school did nothing, except on the occasions when I was driven to fight back; then they punished ME. If I was ever forced to attend a reunion, I'd probably end up going postal.

[Ljt09863]

oh my...i hated school with a passion. well, i loved it until 5th grade.

5th grade- there was a boy in my class, who also rode my bus, and happened to live two doors down from me. he was a horrible child. he grew up in a bad family. i don't remember why he said this to me, but he told me he was going to bring a gun to the bus stop and shot me. and yes, he did have the guns to do it with. i told my mom. she called the school. the next morning, the second i got off the bus, i had the principal, my teacher, the counsler, a cop, and a few other people waiting for me to hear from my mouth what happened.

this boy also had jumped up in class and grabbed a pair of scissors and threatened to slice a girls neck open with them. i still remember the look of terror on her face.

6th grade- i honestly believe this boy was just trying to be funny, and thought it would actually make him look cool.

we were in wood shop. the teacher had explained how to put plastic on the mold and put it int he oven, but a bunch of the "cool" kids didn't pay attention, so i was showin them how to again. as i was reaching into the OVEN that were using to MELT plastic with, this boy came up and shut the door on my arm. no, it wasn't an accident. people who do those things on accident don't smile while they reach over with their hand and push the door.

all the "cool" kids started screaming at him. they didn't think it was as cool as he thought it would be. funny thing, niether did i. to this day, i won't reach into an oven. i have to have somebody else do it.

7th grade-one boy in my class thought it was funny to keep talking aobut how me and another boy were having sex all the time. i don't know where he got that from, seeing as how we rarely even talked, let alone had sex. plus, i was a virgin.well, the school didn't think sexual harrasment was funny. but what i thought was funny, was that his father was a cop. and this cop didn't look to kindly on his son sexually harrasing two students at school.

7th-8th grade- i had moved to illinois at this point, and made a bunch of new "friends". they loved to be your best friend one minute, and your worst enemy the next. literally. one of the girls was mad at me once, and i was talking to another friend at lunch one day. i went up to get food, came back and the girl i was just talking to started being really mean to me. it took that long to be mad at me. there wasn't even anything to be mad about.

but one girl in particular was the worst. her name was candace. she was horrible!!! she always called me names, loved to turn peole against me. my mom was constantly calling the school for them to do something, because this girl pretty much was harrasing me.

so one day, i was walking to the bus stop. for no reason at all, she just started yelling names at me, while i was still way down the street. at that point, i had had enough. i walked up to her, got in her face and told her that if she ever calls me a name again, i will slap her silly. she called me a name again. well, first, i pushed her little butt in the mud twice!!! and then i slapped her. i was so proud of myself!* i turned around and walked home. i told my mom what happened. she called the school and told them what happened and told them i was not to be in trouble for this. they know how much harrasment she was doing to me. even though it was technically school grounds(bus stop), i didn't get in trouble!


* i do not encourage fighting as a way to solve problems. this was my only physical fight in my life. this girl was just that horrible. when i got home from that fight, i called my best friend(she was homeschooled), and when she got on the phone,i said,"guess what i just did!" and the first thing out of her mouth was,"you beat up candance?" i told her yes, and she started screaming for joy! that is how bad she is. but, i state again, i do no encourage fighting as a way to solve problems.

[Misanthropical]

In Middle School, I had bad acne and was obese, so you can see where this is going.

I was called "fat ass" "lard ass" "pizza face" "Bula" (the gym teacher from the Porkey's movies) I still can't watch those movies. I was told how I didn't need to eat lunch, because I was fat enough. How I only needed to put an inch of bathwater in the tub or I would flood the bathroom. I was told I shook the entire school when I walked because I was such fatty.

I was hit and punched, often times with teachers looking on and smirking.

I was bad at math, so my math teacher would make us say out loud what grade what we got and would get a huge grin on her face when she said my name, because she knew I would have to say I got an "F". She never once offered to help me with understanding it. She got mad as hell when I was taken out of her room and put in another math class where I could get help.

By the time I got to high school, my complexion cleared up and I was a size 7, but I would look in the mirror and still hear the taunts. Heck, I look in the mirror now I still hear them.

I was also called a "whore" and a "slut" because I am big chested. I was told they were fake, that I stuffed my bra, just to get attention. I was a virgin till after high school.

I showed my children a picture of me from high school, and they knew who I was right away in the picture. I showed them a picture of me from middle school and they didn't who I was in the picture.

[XCashier]

K-2 I did okay. In third grade, I got glasses. A few morons called me "four-eyes", but I mostly did okay until about sixth grade. Aside from the glasses, I was physically clumsy, had a fluoride-stained overbite and had a lot of problems with teasing. Apparently, the kids who called me nasty names were "only teasing" and "didn't mean it", but it sure didn't seem like it. That "only teasing" hurt like hell. It did not help that I had developed early, and started my cycle early; that was yet another thing for them to bully me about (ever had your bra snapped so often you developed big red welts on your back? Not fun.) :(

Seventh grade, I transfered to another school for their gifted program. This school was where the rich kids went. In the early 80s, designer clothes were in vogue; everyone at the school had an alligator on the chest and a swan on the arse. I, on the other hand, had no money for clothes (we were rather poor, due to Dad's disability) thus I had to wear yard sale clothes and older brother's castoffs, all at least five years out of date. Add that to the glasses, teeth and clumsiness, and the entire seventh grade designated me the School Pariah. They would beat me up, throw my books in the tree, tear my clothes, call me all sorts of rude and evil names, harrass me during Phys Ed. I was seriously contemplating suicide and was never so glad to see the end of the school year, where I transfered back to my old school. I don't know if I did anything to aggrivate it, but really, what could I have done?

High school, still homely, clumsy and uncomprehending of teasing, but there were a lot more kids from a lot more walks of life, thus the bullies and snobs were a lot easier to avoid. I hung out with fellow drama students and Sci-Fi nerds and didn't give the Popular Clique a second glance. Though I still got some grief from them during dance classes (they'd whisper behind my back and squirt ink through the vents in my locker all over my clothes).

College was great fun. The spoiled rich snobs were at University with other spoiled rich snobs, and I was enjoying my time at Junior College with other students who were too mature to give a rat's arse about popularity. :)

[ArenaBoy]

I hated public school and I want nothing to do with it ever again.

Elementary school: I have ADHD and when I was about to start kindergarten I was a very quiet kid. I rarely talked and was content reading books. The school board didn't want to take me because of my ADHD and suggested that I go to a special needs school. Let me see, a 5 year old that watches Monty Python, can read books by Orwell, knows how to use and fix a computer (this was before computers became common), and use complex words and the district wants me in a special school because I have ADHD? Okay. My mom and dad and a few teachers called bullshit on them, I find it funny that when I was 5 I was reading at an advanced level while most kids were struggling with My Pet Goat. I was basically a political debate between my district and my parents and the teachers were the only thing I liked about elementary school, I had very few friends and I often found myself in fights just because of my weirdness. Then to make things worse, my best friend who often stuck up for me moved away in 4th grade and I was a wreck when that happened as she was my sister.

Middle School: That was the worst 3 years of my life. I got picked on constantly and I always told the principal these things and they did shit about it. They never gave them punishments suitable for what they did at all. In 6th grade, I got into a fight because 3 people tried to harm me because I was different, and even though I defended myself they got off easy because one of the kids' mom was a freaking employee of the school and I got a suspension even though it was 3 VS. 1. 7th grade I was called a freak, and when I rode the bus some bastard put dog treats in my backpack. 8th grade was the worse as their was a guy who always made fun of me, and no matter what I did he never got in trouble. I was suicidal in middle school because of those bastards and at some point just wanted to drop out and move on.

High school: High school dropped somewhat, cross-country was a savior as we come from all sorts of walks of life and we never hated each other. I was still surrounded by asshats but not as much. I did get in trouble for defending myself AGAIN and I pointed out to the principal when he told me that my district tries to make sure that no one is harrased and those responsible are punished. Yeah right, I got in trouble while others got off because they happened to have some connection to someone at the school. I had a teacher who called me a f---ing liberal because I opposed one of his ideas. His idea: To ban a video game from coming to the shelves. The only savior besides cross-country was my friend who moved, if it wasn't for AIM I would've been a mess. She was an awesome person when she helped me. I remember running out of the school and burning rubber just glad to get the hell out of there. I didn't go to the All-Night Party after the graduation ceremony, I did not want anything to do with the nightmare I went through again.

I love college, I've met people who don't care if I'm a freak or not. I've ran into some people that I didn't like, playing the old friend act and I just tell them no. I did however run into someone who was a constant harasser and when he so much said "Hi" to me I just walked by. Karma is the best thing on this planet, as recently some students I went to high school with up at Michigan State have been arrested for minors in posession and it gets better that they might be kicked out of the college. I really hope the real world has a good cold place for the assholes we've put up with.

[Bella_Vixen]

I always felt that it was a bunch of crap when the school district would say that they are responsible for the students from the moment they leave the house on the morning untill the time they get home in the afternoon.

I was picked on in school. Poor...could read at above a college level in 1st grade...wore glasses...not very pretty. I actually think that was it until I moved to the boondocks and EVERYONE (including the principal!!) thought that I was a gang member.

Bus rides in particular where horrific. Got slapped in the back of the head, spit balls in my hair, and at least once some kids stole my glasses and threw them in the garbage.

When I was a freshman, this one boy tried to break my arm (he even admitted it!) for no damn reason. I got suspended; I think at worst he got detention for a day.

My mom complained to the school (keep in mind my first paragraph to the story), but they claimed there was absolutely nothing to be done.

I try not to think about it all. Life's much better now.

[Lace Neil Singer]

I was also called a "whore" and a "slut" because I am big chested. I was told they were fake, that I stuffed my bra, just to get attention. I was a virgin till after high school.


I hear that; I had exactly the same problem. In first year, when the other girls were either still in vests or wearing training bras, I was sticking out with a big bust and proper bras. Therefore, I was obviously a slut cuz of that. Plus, I used to talk to the boys from our brother school (I went to an all girls school) all the time, cuz I got on well with boys, more so than girls (I have 3 brothers so that's not surprising) and that meant I was a slut, too. I had girls hiss "Slag!" at me whenever I passed; I was a virgin right up to after college, cuz I had more respect for myself than they did.

I think all girls schools are horrible. If I ever ended up having to choose a school for a girl, I'd never send her to one. Plus I had undiagnosed Aspergers, so that probably made it even worse for me.

[iradney]

In primary school (ages 6 - 12) I was pretty much the "dork". I had glasses and braces and wild wild hair, and I always had my nose buried in a book. The popular girls only knew me when my mom worked in the tuckshop, and the sad thing is we were actually friends when we were 6 and 7 years old.
I was the first girl to get boobs, and got teased about that constantly, even tho they weren't even big!

The first 2 years of highschool were so-so, no braces and my hair was tamed, but still had the glasses. Then, I turned 16, got contact lenses, new friends that were awesome and discovered confidence (not arrogance!). The result? I was more "popular" than the "in-crowd" coz I spoke and hung out with EVERYONE. Seriously. We hung out in one particular corridor, and the group's members would change everyday. The same core people (me and my friends) but others would come and chill with us. So awesome :D

The primary school thing still bugs though, coz I was made to feel very ugly just because of some wire and glass on my face. People are so petty!

[Dreamstalker]

I have been the kid that everyone picked on. And to be forced to go somewhere everyday where you experience 6-8 hours of torture.....and the teachers will stand up for the jocks and popular kids before even listening to you.....where justice against sexual harrassment will not be served........I've been there before.
Me too. I was also developing early, and there was a small pack of boys in 6th grade who would tease me daily (and yes, it could qualify as sexual harassment). After the fourth time I got home crying, my mom showed me how to throw a proper punch. Next time they started in...WHAM. The ringleader ended up with a bloody nose...I get threatened with suspension for fighting, even though the vice principal knew about these kids. My mom showed up spitting mad; it took a lawsuit threat to get anything done (they got suspended for three days. Whoopdedoo). After graduation, 2 of them got arrested for throwing rocks at a police officer.

I didn't really have any sucky classmates in HS, but a few sucky teachers. One English teacher gave me a D for the term even though I worked my ass off...she had told me to my face a few weeks before that I'd be getting a B. Refused to change the grade or give my mom a reason for the lie.

One HS social studies class, I was struggling. C student. Come the final exam, I studied myself silly, busted my ass on the take-home essay portion and got out of there with an A. Few days later my mom is called in for a meeting...the teacher thinks I cheated (yet her own directions for the takehome said we could use any resources as long as they were cited). Eventually, the grade stood...although why we even had to work to convince her I didn't cheat I'm not sure. I probably wasn't the first kid who busted their ass on the exam to turn around a bad course grade.

[Drakstern]

I really don't remember my Elementary/Middle School years very well(I have a terrible memory sometimes.)

I do remember that I was bullied a fair bit, but I managed to avoid most of it because there were, shall we say, 'better targets'.

That changed in HS. I was, and still am, by nature an introvert. Ironically, people don't realize that anymore because I've learned to 'run up' to being sociable. I have bad handwriting and general fine motor skills due to a minor birth defect that runs in my family. Had it all my life. No good at sports, except soccer and martial arts(fencing included.) Always preferred to read than, ya know, do other stuff.

Anyhow, in High School, most of the 'targets' ended up going to the local vocational school instead of the High School proper. This left me as target number one. It started small, at first, but slowly grew. I think the only thing that saved me from it getting bad at first was the fact that I made it a point to get in good with a couple of the varsity football players(one of them only finished HS because I wrote his Senior English Project for him). When they were gone though, all bets were off.

I'd get pushed in the hallways, made fun of constantly. Attempts to trip me were rampant(amusingly enough, I was in Tae Kwon Do by then, and not a one of them managed to get me to the floor without actively grabbing me and throwing me down... which pissed them off more.) It finally got so bad that, in my senior year, I could barely go into the cafeteria.

Until one day I got fed up, walked up to one of the varsity football players, yanked off his glasses, and just started yelling at him. What I said was a bit vulgar to reprint, but let's just say that they were not words of peace and fellowship.

Next thing I remember I'd been thrown *OVER* a table, and he was being held back by at least two other football players.

After that people left me alone. Apparently I got a rep for being crazy...

[protege]

I took a *lot* of shit in school. Not only because of my appearance, but simply because I refused to fit into what people considered "normal." Why should I pretend to be someone or something I'm not? I''m not afraid of who/what I am...

Anyway, I got picked on constantly, not only by the students, but by certain teachers. Throw in my parents telling me "it's not that bad, suck it up." In fact, at one point, I was told by a teacher that I'd "never amount to anything." :(

Most of that crap went on through high school too. Of course that wasn't helped by my family having no cash, and I had a job delivering newspapers. That only made things worse.

However, it wasn't all bad--one of the people who roughed me up one day got the living shit beat out of him. Turns out, one of my good friends (lived on the same street, his sister was my age, etc.) saw it...and er, "took care of him." I was totally *not* expecting that one, but after he had a "come to Jesus" style meeting, that guy, and his buddies left me alone.

That year, I also got even with one of the nasty girls. I'm not sure why, but she seemed to think of me as her own "special project" and treated me like shit...even though I did *nothing* to her. How did I get even? Well, this involves a certain yellow shop vehicle. At the time, I usually rode the wagon down hills, rather than walk--it was faster that way. One day, she was tailing me on her bike, and just wouldn't leave me alone. After dealing with insults all day, and now hearing them again while working, I'd had enough--she got what was coming. As I was riding down the hill that day, I literally *stood* on the wagon's brakes, causing her to rear-end me. Not only did she mess up her face a bit (handlebars are painful!) but it got her attention pretty damn quick :angel:

Junior year was when I was diagnosed with depression, and just stopped caring about things, mainly school. Some of the things I was allowed to get away with were, um, interesting. I took off the last 2 weeks of school, simply because I didn't want to go and deal with that crap. Apparently, my guidance counselor (who was totally awesome!) understood what was going on and got a waiver.

Senior year was um, interesting. Not only did I tell my accounting teacher to "fuck off" but I nearly drove over one of the vice principals :eek: He thought it was a good idea to jump out in front of the Tempo. Surprisingly, he didn't do anything but yell, and that was *after* I flipped him off. Did I get respect after that? Hell yes! Things still sucked though, but at least I was allowed to hang out in the guidance office if it was too much. By then, my parents were actually supporting me--my only task was to get through school with passing grades. They didn't care if I got all A's and B's--as long as I passed. After graduation, I literally laid rubber getting out of the parking lot. As soon as the ceremony was over, I jumped into the Tercel, and left. Haven't been back since.

College was much happier than high school. Since I more-or-less grew up in that town and had connections, people tended to leave me alone.

Fast forward a few years--I have a job, the school loans and cars are paid for, and I just bought a house. Uh, what was that about "not amounting to anything?"

2 years ago, I had my 10 year reunion. Things were a bit different. Nearly everyone was happy to see me...even those who gave me a hard time. I think it was because I wasn't a bastard, and didn't hang out with only certain people. In fact, quite a few people wished the "clique" crap would stop. Now *that* was interesting...considering many of the people saying that were *in* those groups then!

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Ah, yes. Going to public school in Beautiful Downtown Cow Pasture with an ethnic face was a lot of fun.

It wasn't heinous, but I had my share of shit come my way. The biggest bunch of crap was mainly from the more backwards of the rural (actually, we were all rural at this school, but some of these people didnt' even have indoor plumbing and I suspect they believed the earth was flat. In the American south, if you live in the woods and crap in an outhouse, it's a safe bet that you are not the most progressive person on the planet.) black kids. They apparenly decided I was a "gypsy witch" (nice) and decided to try to occasionally corner me and kick my ass. The ass kicking never occured, but it was close a couple times. Ironically, this was thwarted in part by the OTHER rural black kid sector who knew me because I lived on the same road and had grown up with me in their classes and so were okay with me.

Here in the south, there's a lot of rurals who still fear witches and voodo.

No, I am not a witch. This is not my nose. It's a false one. Oh, wait, that IS my nose. But I'm really not a witch.

Then there was the white trash segment who decided that I looked biracial and to give me a hard time about that (there's a lot of racist assholes down here, too.). I don't think I look particularly bi-racial, but hey. Whatever. This was rural South Carolina, and I have to admit, I do get a lot of "you ain't from here, are you?" to this day.

What kills me are the sheer number of people who treat you like crap and then when you run into them years later, act like you and they were bosom buds in school. I don't get that. I mean, I'm not sitting around holding grudges, but I'm also not interested in being all happy to see someone who tried to make my life hard, you know?:confused:

[Lace Neil Singer]

Funny you should say that... I once saw the leader of the popular clique in town. She'd put on loads of weight, and was pushing a buggy with a bawling brat in it. She also had this kid hanging on her arm wailing. It would have been wrong of me to point at her and shout, "Karma bit you in the arse, bitch features!", however I did think it as I walked past her.

I also had her second in command come up to me in *supermarket* and apologise for making my life hell. She was obviously sincere; in fact, she was nearly in tears and she told me that it had haunted her for years, what she'd done. I accepted her apology and told her I forgave her. It took guts to make that apology, after all.

[blas]

Isn't that funny, Kinkoid? That's been happening to me ever since graduation.......part of me wants to believe that those people got what was coming to them and they are genuinely sorry and want to make up for it and apologize......but on the other hand, some people never grow up, and even though they may be in their 20s 30s or even older, they could still be playing those games.

[MadMike]

I was small for my age, so I got picked on a lot. Even to this day, I still get nervous around people I don't know, and I'm usually the quiet one if I'm somewhere where I don't know anyone. I've made quite a bit of progress over the years, but I guess something like that stays with you.

Once my dad accepted the fact that I was not, in fact, mouthing off to the other kids and bringing upon myself as he had insisted for the longest time, he taught me how to fight back, and I held my own pretty good. I remember one time, really losing it on this one kid who was two grades ahead of me, who would sometimes be nice, but really mean at other times. Before I knew what happened, I grabbed him and slammed him into the lockers. For some reason, I just started laughing maniacly, while he stood there with his back into the lockers, with a look of sheer terror on his face. Before anything else happened, a teacher came along and broke it up. Funny thing about that, years later, we actually became friends, and he was even at my wedding.

Sometime after that incident, I got in trouble at school for fighting, even though the other person had started it, so I was kind of afraid to defend myself after that. Fortunately, when I was about 13, I went thru a massive growth spurt and caught up to everyone else, so that cut down on it almost completely.

However, there was this one really bad kid that rode the bus with me, who was a few years older than me and much bigger, who kept picking with me. The bus driver didn't do a damn thing about it, even though he had the kid sitting up front, right behind him, because he had had trouble with him before and wanted to keep an eye on him. He was in high school, I was still in junior high.

I made sure to sit far away from him so he couldn't reach me, but one day he brought a big rubber band with him, and used it to shoot folded up wads of paper at me. It doesn't sound like much, but those things hurt! I think he only hit me once, but I was constantly keeping an eye on him, nervous as hell.

This story actually has a happy ending, where karma showed herself to be the bitch she is sometimes. One morning, he decided to shoot paper wads at me again, and the one missed me, and happened to hit this one other guy. A really big guy. Right in the eye. This guy was fat, but was one of those fat guys where a lot of it was really muscle. He was actually a nice guy, but not someone you wanted to piss off. I later found out that when it hit him, his head jerked to the side, and he smacked the side of his head on the window.

Needless to say, he was PISSED! He yelled to the front of the bus, "(Jerk's name), DID YOU SHOOT THAT?!"

For the first time, I saw terror in his eyes as he answered, "Yeah, but I meant to hit him!" (Referring to me.)

"YEAH, WELL, I'M GOING TO MEAN TO HIT YOU!"

I could not suppress my shitty grin as I saw him sitting there, scared shitless, and then making a mad dash off the bus as soon as the door opened, when it stopped to let the high school kids off.

It gets even better. My one friend, the former enemy from the first story, told me what happened next. The big guy found out where the other guy's homeroom was, and paid him a visit before the homeroom period started. He walked up to him calmly, and quietly told him, "Now, I wouldn't have minded you hitting me." And then yelled, "BUT YOU HIT ME RIGHT IN THE EYE!" Then he punched him in the face. Hard. Then he walked away, leaving the other guy in tears.

Wish I could have seen that.

Most of the people that I didn't get along with back then actually grew up to be decent adults, and I've run into them at reunions, bars, and other places. I never actually got an apology from anyone, but I did have a good time hanging out with them.

As for the rubber band jerk, I saw his name in the section of the paper with the court sentencings. Drugs or some stupid shit like that.

[Argabarga]

Any correspondence that bears a return address from my old High School goes directly in the garbage, unread, you thought I was a dope back then, why should I care now?

[RecoveringKinkoid]

I had a bit of a time for a year in middle school, and one of the girls from that group ended up in a private school I attended for the two years of Junior High. She actually apologized to me for mistreating me in Middle School. That took guts, especially from a girl that young.

You should always accept an apology if it's sincere. Sometimes an apology is the only compensation the person can offer. And it takes the most to give. So you should always try and be gracious.:)

But the ones who never realize that what they did was wrong or hurtful, screw 'em.

Always be nice to geeks. They are the ones who end up signing your paycheck someday. :devil:

[ArenaBoy]

I'd get pushed in the hallways, made fun of constantly. Attempts to trip me were rampant(amusingly enough, I was in Tae Kwon Do by then, and not a one of them managed to get me to the floor without actively grabbing me and throwing me down... which pissed them off more.)


I had plenty of martial arts training and that also saved my life in middle school and high school. I had idots constantly try and trip me or throw me (Usually I would knock the tripper's support leg out from under them if I was in a bad mood, always made for entertainment for me. :devil: ) I also remembered being harassed by one of the school's ghetto boys in high school, when I so much walked past him he tried to trip me. Remember how I said that I would knock a tripper's supporting leg out of the way? When I avoided him, I remember sweeping his leg out from under him that he pretty much did a full-on split and the human body is not supposed to adapt to extreme changes like that in a quick manner. He pretty much pulled quite a few muscles.

RecoveringKinkoid said: What kills me are the sheer number of people who treat you like crap and then when you run into them years later, act like you and they were bosom buds in school. I don't get that. I mean, I'm not sitting around holding grudges, but I'm also not interested in being all happy to see someone who tried to make my life hard, you know?

I got that since graduation and I really don't want anything to do with my classmates again. I really don't want anything to do with my school again and as far as I know I don't plan on attending reunions. Waste of time for me and I like the real world so far, puts idiots like that in their place.

[MystyGlyttyr]

Let's see. Do I start with the six seperate times I was stabbed in high school? Twice in the arm with knives, one on the upper and one on the forearm from blocking the knife coming for my face, one knife across the stomach; twice with pencils, one square in the back and one in the palm of my hand from blocking an attempt on my lung, and once in the left thigh with an ice pick. The knives were from getting between two girls fighting over a redneck piece of shit with two teeth in his head...how Jerry Springer can you get? The pencil in the back was another girl who thought I was trying to steal "her" man, the one in the hand and the ice pick was a bastard I'll get into more detail about later.

Was it the fact that I always prefered the company of the guys to the girls, and so most of the girls decided I was competition for "their" men and tried to pick on me, and usually wound up with it backfiring in their face? Example being that a couple of them decided to gang jump me and got their asses summarily kicked and handed to them?

Could be the fact that since I hung out with the guys, I got involved in their scraps, head-on. While we weren't exactly "gangs" there were definite male cliques in my school and I was the only girl in any of them, at least that could be counted on to hold her own in a scrap. However, that threatened the other guys because "the chick" wouldn't be intimidated and so I got jumped by the guys a lot too. Fortunately, I've always been a mean bitch so my only real "defeat" was the two assholes who distracted me while another got me in the head from behind with a brick.

Then there was Brad. The bane of my entire childhood. He and I had something of a "friendly" competition when we were elementary students, in that we regularly traded the highest math grades so we were always trying to out-do each other without it getting ugly. We'd race to compare grades with each other, with the victor laughing and carrying on while the loser would smile and say that they'd win next time.

However, as we got older, Brad's grades slipped while mine stayed high. Apparently, getting constantly beaten by a girl, even one he had once been friendly with, drove him a bit nuts. So eventually he decided that since he couldn't beat me in grades, he'd try physically. Needless to say, I trounced him soundly (and then my older brother did as well when he found out.)

So, at this point, I've, I suppose in his eyes, utterly emasculated him. I beat him at schoolwork, I beat him physically, there's no real way he can get the upperhand on me. So, he started hitting on my best friend. I warned her off him, but she didn't listen and he purposely used her and then dumped her, pretty much just to hurt me. I wound up drilling him face-first into the gravel over it but he couldn't get over the fact that using other people to hurt me was one way to come out on top.

So, the next thing he did was attempt to kidnap another friend of mine and rape her. I managed to ward him off the first time, but the second time, he waited until I was away from school on a field trip and managed to do what he wanted. Under the damn teacher's NOSES, he dragged her into a dressing room in the gym and assaulted her. He got in trouble, yes, but not nearly enough because there wasn't enough "proof" to show he'd done anything wrong. She wound up moving away with her family to never be seen again...not him. So even after that, I still had to look at his face for four years and know that he was a psychopath willing to do whatever it took to hurt me, even at the fault of hurting other people.

Today, he's in prison in Florida because of the kind of shit he pulls...he finally got caught raping a girl and so far as I care, he can get skull-fucked by a prisoner named Daisy and rot from the inside out and I'll laugh and take pictures. I've warned my coworkers that should he EVER step foot into this office, I'll tear out his throat with my teeth and then call the police myself to come arrest me, and be damn grateful for the oppurtunity.

Oh yeah, or the part where all but one or two of the teachers were crooked and utterly incompetant, if not downright criminals and potential child rapists.

But other than that stuff, school was fine.

[AFpheonix]

ith.

Of course the taunts didn't stop once I got to school. The kids would make fun of me because of my hair or my clothes or anything else they could think of. The teachers, of course, did nothing. Whenever the teachers divided us into groups, no one would want to group with me and I would end up just being stuck with someone.


I remember one time a substitute teacher was having us switch around with other students in some music excercise of some kind. Well, I got through the 1st couple of kids who would have anything to do with me, and then couldn't get another partner.

Then I got in trouble for not participating. Hello, no one will partner with me, how is that my fault?

[kerrisan]

Oh, I just remembered this story that I am quite proud of.

These two stupid freshmen boys sat next to me in my Spanish II class. They loved messing with me because I was the only girl who sat near them. One day one of them had the gall to ask me, "Hey, when you eat ice cream do you lick or suck?" *snicker snicker snicker*


My response?


"Neither. I bite."


They shut up after that.

[MCSledgehammer]

First off- Great Googly-Moogly, Mysty! You had one helluva school time! Kudos to you for coming out on top!
I'll start out with a little background- my dad's a general contractor, so every summer since I was, oh, 10 or so, I'd stay with him for the summer, go out and build houses with him EVERY DAY, he'd pay me a standard unskilled laborer's wage, and it all went to a college fund (for which i am profoundly grateful today...). Suffice to say, when I got into high school and people somehow got harder to ignore, I was.....butch. I'm 5 foot nuthin, and I weigh about 100 lbs soaking wet. But I can carry twice that in nails up a ladder.
I've never had any formal martial arts training, but I did grow up with 2 older stepbrothers, so I can hold my own.
I spent most of my time protecting other people, nobody messed with me on my own much. The fact that I was friendly with just about everybody didn't hurt. *shrug* Verbal abuse was generally as far as I had to go.
Exhibit A:
*me, giving presentation on something, don't remember what- this is 2004, yeah, I'm a young 'un*
And citing the 2000 US census....
*chickie with a grudge, snide as hell* "2000? A little out of date, doncha think?"
Me: *raises eyebrow* ........ "Can somebody please explain to this girl how the census works, and why she sounds like a twit for asking?"
*applause*
:devil:

[Mighty Girl]

Oh, where to begin.....

High school- one of my classmates was the daughter of a very prominent plastic surgeon. Who apparently was also very, oh shall I say, "popular"... He had two other kids in our school but the moms were different. Anway, Mary was in my class and she obviously thought way too highly of herself. If you asked her a question, and she didn't want to talk to you, she'd just ignore you. Even if you were right in front of her.

Different high school- this major slut got mad because her boyfriend (who was my ex boyfriend) found out what a slut she was and dumped her. She got her little skanks together and threatened to "kick my ass".

There was also this one girl- Christine, who was a PITA. She was really mean. So I avoided her in school. Never talked to her. Saw her at the 10 year reunion, and she talked my ear off, told me her whole life story. I swear her mouth never shut the whole time I was there. I actually went to the restroom several times to escape her neverending mouth.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

Oh yeah, I forgot about the one numbnut who decided to pick on me and be my enemy in middle school.

Then when we got in high school we were leaving health class one day and he pushed me while I was going down the stairs and I fell almost all the way down. I didn't get hurt but I was damn embarassed.

I got the last laugh though. I was walking to my car after school and he ran up to me and started harassing me and punching me, daring me to hit back.

So I took him up on it. I hit him in the face (I actually felt his nose break under my fist), then when he was down I wrapped my fingers around his throat and growled at him "If you like, I can do this every day. Otherwise, don't fuck with me ever again." Then I let him go.

Yeah, I got a fine and suspended from school for that. It was so worth it.

[blas]

I almost forgot the infamous tale of junior year (the first year I was at my 2nd high school). The reason why the Confederate flag and the color blaze orange are no longer allowed at that particular high school. I know, I know, you're all like "wtf?" right now, but I'll explain. I can't explain the part about the Confederate flag in Wisconsin though.....I really can't. Some people are just confused, I guess.

So anyways, we had the typical high school cliques. The rednecks and hicks had their own special place to hang out at lunch, where all their pile of shit too high off the ground trucks were, where they'd chew their cheap snuff and sneak beer at lunch, and take turns revving up their pile of shit trucks and literally BLAST their country music.

The outcasts and smokers were all called "the dirties" (lol), and congregated at smoker's corner. That's where I went at lunch, those were the only kids that were nice to me. Anywho......

A black girl moved to our town and to our school (which wasn't anything unusual....it's a very small town but there is a very large Asian population and there were a few other black students at the time), but these Hicks decided that she was fat and disgusting and they wanted her out.

So one day at lunch, one of those inbred kids wrote "Die Nigger!" on the back window of his truck, and drove past smoker's corner several times so she could read it. She got so upset (and with every right to be!) that she threw a rock at his truck and nailed the window perfectly.

She was suspended for two weeks and given a fine for vandalism, and he (being a jock and hick and "model student") was given a talking to, and told to "please don't do that again". I seriously think she should have filed a lawsuit against the school for that, but anyways.....that's what started it all.

Soon the smoker kids were keeping an eye on the hicks at lunch. It was nearing deer hunting, so all the hick kids were coming to school donning their blaze orange gear, hats, coats, pants, etc etc. Smoker kids and hick kids were getting into it in the hallways. Some illiterate hick wrote a chain email and sent it to nearly everyone in the school computer system with an email, saying "The South with rise again!" (I shit you not, he said that), and that these "Niggers r gonna get whut they desrve!")....not the most eloquent written statement of time.

To further make their point, the hicks starting overdoing their Confederate flags. Most of them already had a sticker or two of a Confederate flag on their truck....but soon they went out and bought belt buckles, shirts, big flags waving on the sides of their trucks, and one hick even wasted his parent's money on an enormous Confederate flag decal that covered the back window of his truck. That was their gang symbol.

This one hick had a speaker system in his truck (connected to his CB and his 10 antennas on top of his truck *eye roll*) and he'd yell stuff like "Come on dirties, come out and fight!" and whatnot.

Things were spiraling out of control.....hicks and smokers were getting in fights and parents were complaining that the school was doing nothing to protect their kids' safety. So......no more blaze orange, and no more Confederate flags.

It didn't really put an end to the Hicks' Rage and Terror.......but it sure made going to school a lot easier on the eyes without the blaze orange.......and it was sure nice to not have to see the Confederate flag anymore (after all, this is Wisconsin, not a state that used to be Confederate....but oh well....can't blame the redneck kids, they're too stupid to even point out Wisconsin on a map).

That sure was an interesting ordeal. I'm hoping all those rednecks took a road trip to Detroit or Chicago and got their asses beat for having Confederate flags all over their vehicles.

[Irving Patrick Freleigh]

:ot:
We got the hicks in rednecks by me too. Didn't have any scrapes with them in school, but they were obviously not the brightest bulbs in the chandelier, and they didn't fight particularly well either (I remember one of them in my gym class trying to start something with a hispanic kid, and they started fighting, and the hick got his ass kicked, plus the hispanic kid must've gouged him in the eye pretty good because it was just about hanging out of the socket.)

A couple years ago I was getting out of work and saw a bunch of squad cars with lights on by the Burger King across the parking lot. This happened to be a pretty popular hangout spot for some of the hispanic and black kids in town to show off their cars. I found out some hicks came by trying to stir up some trouble, and there was a big fight, and again the hicks came out on the short end of it. :lol:

Just further illustrates a thought I have had for a while now; that Wisconsin is basically the Alabama of the north.

[Rubyred]

The only incident of actual bullying that comes to my mind was in kindegarden.

My mom had dropped me off on the first day and seeing as how I never went to daycare or pre-k or anything, I did what any rational five year old did when they were left without their mom for the first time ever...I cried.

Well, this girl...Melissa (I can't believe I still remember her name) thought that was very funny and decided to dance around me singing "crybaby crybaby" over and over again.

I didn't think it was funny so I just flat out punched her in the face. And when she started crying...guess what I did? "Crybaby Crybaby"

As I lived in a town (and still do live) where the people you went to school with in kindegarden wil most likely be the same people you go to highschool with I never really had a big problem.

In highschool I was the girl who had older friends (I was the only freshman who was dating a college guy- I was 14 he was 18.) so everyone pretty much left me alone.

I do remember one girl that wasn' ever very nice to me though. But I got back at her after I graduated when I started dating one of the bouncers at the bar I worked at. Turns out he was her brother , and he would always side with me and throw her out everytime she tried to drink there. Ha!

I also dated the "hot starbucks guy" that everyone else wanted in my senior year...that kept them off my back too.

[BunnyJas]

Wow. With all these stories, it is no suprise to me that some kids end up going on violent rampages at their schools. I in no way condone this action, but I can definately understand how it happens.

In elementary school, I was always the smallest kid in the class and was an easy target for bullies. They called me a "kindergartner" until the 4th grade. However, during this time I always had friends so the bullies usually didn't bother me as much.

After 4th grade, I went to a small private school. During 5th-6th grade, I learned the awful meaning of the word "clique" and was often left out. There was a girl there who considered herself the leader of the school because her mom was our teacher. She often invented these clubs and if you weren't on her good side you weren't allowed to join. Guess which side I was often on? I didn't have any friends those two years and books became my way of escape. My teacher told my mom that I should be held back because she thought I was socially immature.

7th and 8th grade were the worst years of my life. My two friends and I were deemed "unworthy" by the pretty, popular girls because we couldn't afford to buy the latest fashion trends each week. They would constantly call us ugly names to our faces and teachers would also treat us like second-class citizens. It took me a long time afterwards not to prejudge pretty girls as being mean and nasty. There was also this boy (ironically he was an inch shorter than me) who was especially hateful towards me. He would go out of his way every day to tell me that it would be a cold day in hell before I got a boyfriend, that I should drop dead so the world could celebrate, etc. Even worse he would tattle on me to the teachers for ridiculous things to try to get me in trouble, usually succeeding. There was a teacher there who hated me (if you weren't popular or Lutheran you considered scum in her eyes). She would call on me in class and whenever I gave an answer, right or wrong, she would claim I wasn't paying attention and in so many words tell the whole class how stupid I was- this didn't help my classmates' already low opinion of me. After being subjected to this five days a week, eight hours for a day for a year I'm glad that I had no access to guns because this was the only time where I really imagined hunting down and killing these people.

Thankfully, high school was much better. People started maturing a bit and it wasn't considered a huge crime if you spoke to someone who wasn't in your clique. I had a lot of friends and aquaintences there to hang out with and made most of the time enjoyable. The only issue I had was a passive-aggressive "friend", but that's a story for another time.

[Dreamstalker]

I was somewhat revered later in HS for determining the password for the webfilter (that system blocked more legit research sites than ones it was supposed to...very badly coded keyword algorithm) and various other ways to bypass it . This was in the late 90s when DNS and IP addressing schema were unknown to all but us nerds who actively chose to learn it.

I got called "untrustworthy" by The Twit back in April (one month before college graduation). Mmkay, you demanded I fix your net connection, I did so, how does that make me untrustworthy?

Back when we were friends, that kid confided in me some information that could have been very, very dangerous were I not an honest little techie...

[RecoveringKinkoid]

:ot:
""The South with rise again!" (I shit you not, he said that), "

I have no trouble believing that at all. I live in South Carolina. People have that on their bumper stickers. That, and "Hell, no, I ain't fergittin'."

I shit you not.

*Back on topic:

The one time I delivered a good solid right hook to a guy's face I got away with it SCOTT FREE.

High School. Guy was a jerk, told him to stay away from me. In fact, told him he had a 10 foot radius around me that if he entered, I'd flatten his face.

Next day, fucker comes up to me and says, and I quote, "Good morning."

So I haul off and lay a solid haymaker into his chops. He flew backwards, smashed into a door, and slid down to land on his ass. My two girlfriends jumped on me, going "Don't fight him! Don't fight him!" I guess they were afraid I'd get suspended or something. I just said "Well, he's outside of 10 feet now, so there's no reason to hit him again."

So of course, shortly thereafter, the lady that took care of such things came to pay me a little visit. I don't know what her title was, her name was Ms. Tiller, and we called her Attliller the Hun. She was like a pit bull and we were all afraid of her.

Anyways, I have to go to her office, and the guy I'd clobbered was sitting there with ice on his face. Ms. Tiller asked me what happened, and I told her honestly what I just told you. She let me go and punished the guy I'd hit.

See, the difference was I'd NEVER BEEN IN ANY TROUBLE, EVER. He, on the other hand, was a known troublemaker. Ms. Tiller was no fool. :angel:

[Ree]

Grade 7 was a year of hell. I developed really early, and, boy did I develop! :p :o
The guys at the school were a bunch of hicks, and decided to focus on that as a way of teasing me.

One day, I got so mad at this one kid. He lived on the mountain just outside of the village where I went to school, so in my anger I fired off an insult, calling him "Mountain Joe".
Naturally, the guys thought that was hilarious and turned the table on me, using that name for me instead.

When they weren't calling me that, they were calling me. "Tits."

One day, a boy wrote that all over the back of one of my papers, and I turned it in, hoping the teacher would at least ask about it. She never did.

As I think I've mentioned before, I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse, so I really didn't need to face that kind of garbage at school on a daily basis.

One day, I was at the end of my rope. Another guy called me that disgusting name one too many times.
I reached out with my pencil and stabbed him in the arm, breaking off the point in his arm.

Of course, he went to the teacher about it.

I was called in to the principal's office. I should mention that we were being taught by nuns at that time.
The principal said, "Ree, that is not like you at all. What on earth would make you do something like that? You could have hurt him very badly."

I was embarrassed, and I really didn't want to say what had happened, but she kept pressing, so I just blurted out, "HE CALLED ME TITS!!!"

To this day, I can still see her blinking and recoiling as if I had slapped her in the face. If I hadn't been so upset, it would have been funny.

I went on to vent about all the rudeness that all of the girls were being subjected to by these boys, and related all the comments they had been making to the girls about their appearance and figure flaws, and said that these comments to me had been going on for so long, that I had just snapped.

I didn't get in trouble, the kid was forced to apologize, and we all got a touchy-feely lecture about respect and treating others as Jesus did.

[Drakstern]

:ot:
""The South with rise again!" (I shit you not, he said that), "

I have no trouble believing that at all. I live in South Carolina. People have that on their bumper stickers. That, and "Hell, no, I ain't fergittin'."

I shit you not.

I live in central Ohio and the sheer number of confederate flags I see on a regular basis, along with the, ahem, 'sentiments' some of the people with the flags express has me convinced that, should the south ever rise again, the 'south' will include Ohio...

[Ree]

Could we please confine the discussion to sucky classmates and sucky school experiences, and refrain from a discussion of redneck beliefs, racial superiority/inferiority, Confederate flags, and other related issues that are not actually relevant to the topic being discussed in the OP?

Thanks.

[XCashier]

I find it interesting that many of the women here who were bullied as girls had developed early. Why aren't parents teaching their children the facts of life, or that girls can be very sensitive? Why are boys allowed to sexually and physically abuse girls, and why do girls sexually harrass other girls who happen to start early?

For that matter, why aren't parents teaching their children to be kind and considerate to others? You don't have to be best friends with everybody (that's impossible anyway), but you should at least be courteous to everybody. Of all the traits that children possess, cruelty is the one that does not need to be encouraged.

I ask this as a parent. I don't want my son to be like those bra-snapping bullies who tormented me.

[Argabarga]

Short answer, kids who bully will find any difference between themselves and their target and just wail away on that till it either gets old or another one comes up, anything, glasses, braces, dress, hobbies, hair, scholastic ability (or lack thereof) and if need be, your own last name is fair game.

I don't think there's an extra level of meaning in picking on someone who's early in to puberty, it's just an obvious thing you can ridicule if you're a bully....

[K245five]

*EDIT- Removed :ot: material

Also, just saw Ree's request to stay on topic right after I posted this. Feel free to delete if necessary. Sorry!

[Ree]

Also, just saw Ree's request to stay on topic right after I posted this. Feel free to delete if necessary. Sorry!Thank you for that, but, in the future, if you need to post a disclaimer, then perhaps you should just delete the post yourself in the first place, rather than let an :ot: post remain, contrary to a mod request. ;) Mods will delete or edit as they see fit, and don't really need permission. :)

There is a handy little place that Raps set up for discussions of that very nature, and perhaps, if those who have posted here feel strongly about the topic, they could take the discussion there at www.fratching.com

[Dreamstalker]

anything, glasses, braces, dress, hobbies, hair, scholastic ability (or lack thereof) and if need be, your own last name is fair game.
Yup. I was bookish, wore glasses, had a funny last name, and liked computers and "boy things" instead of the pink frilly stuff girls were supposed to like at the time. The fact that I would regularly beat the pants off most of the boys at Mrs. Allen's afterschool videogame tournaments may have been a factor as well :D

[AFpheonix]

For that matter, why aren't parents teaching their children to be kind and considerate to others? You don't have to be best friends with everybody (that's impossible anyway), but you should at least be courteous to everybody. Of all the traits that children possess, cruelty is the one that does not need to be encouraged.

I ask this as a parent. I don't want my son to be like those bra-snapping bullies who tormented me.

For one, there's a lot of parents out there that are busy HARMING their children already,physically and mentally, much less teaching them to be caring of others. There are other parents who think their kids can do no wrong, so thus they don't need such teaching. There's still more parents that for one reason or another are pretty much absent from their kids' lives, perhaps having to work a lot to make enough money to put food on the table.
Some parents haven't learned that lesson themselves, all you have to do is read any story on this site to figure that one out.

And then, there's the fact that kids in general are little shits no matter what. They're like turkey chicks, they'll peck at the one that looks different and won't stop 'til it's dead.

[RecoveringKinkoid]

Yeah, anyone who thinks children are by nature little angels and that they should be able to get along together well without any sort of policing has apparently never read "Lord of the Flies."

[Rocko]

I was picked on mercillessly during my freshman year in high school, mostly because, as I have just recently figured out, my short outbursts of profanity are apparantly funny to other people, that and I never fought back, except for once, and I lost that fight.

One day at PE, this group of guys who had been tormenting me for the past few months though it would be funny to take some banners off of one of the backstops, fill the center of it with dirt from the baseball field, and try chasing me around the field trying to throw dirt on me. It didn't work, until one of them decided to make a small one and throw it at me, and hit me in the head. I finally snapped and chased him. I punched him a couple of times in the back, he says loudly " Oh that didn't hurt! That didn't hurt!" and turned around to face me. I clocked him in the temple and he stumbled back. The crowd let up a cheer, and he didn't even try to hit me back! I didn't get in trouble for that, though I thought I would.

In my junior year, I had a chemistry class with a bunch of guys who thought it was funny to try and piss me off. One day when we had a substitute, this guy Tim thought it was funny to poke my side. He then decided to rub a metal-tipped pen on a piece of paper really fast, which makes the pen tip incredibly hot, and jab my arm with it. That was it for me. He went to poke me again, and I stabbed his hand with a mechanical pencil, with the lead out. He yelled in pain, and his friends laughed at him. He tried to do the pen thing to me again a little later, and got stabbed in the back of his hand again, and this time it broke off in his hand. He stopped making fun of me after that, until the incident where he said I had relations with my grandma and I almost knocked him on his ass. Oh the fun times of high school.

[Argabarga]

Some parents haven't learned that lesson themselves, all you have to do is read any story on this site to figure that one out.


I think that's where the bulk of it comes from, bullys grow up, have kids, and teach them to bully as well, in thier world view, that's how "normal" people act, if you feel bad about yourself, take it out on those who are "below" you....

[Teysa]

I don't have any children yet but as a substitute, I do discourage the behavior described in this post. In fact, any student who has had me before knows that making fun of someone is one of the few things that will turn me from an easy-going, laid back, teacher to a strict disciplinarian.

I, too, can understand how the school shootings happen. Not saying they're right, but I do understand. I turned my anger and hurt inward. One of the things I did do was pray for a well-placed tornado or a school fire so I wouldn't have to go there anymore. Of course, if I had been smart I would have set the fire myself. Instead, we got a flood and lost our home. For the longest time, I blamed myself for that because I thought God was punishing me because I had prayed for something bad to happen.
Funny thing is, the kids were semi nice for about a week after all that happened and then things went back to normal.

So, yes, looking back at that time still hurts, but at the same time, I know that I'm a much stronger person than I was back then and the best revenge I can have on those kids is being happy.

[Geek King]

Yup. I was bookish, wore glasses, had a funny last name, and liked computers and "boy things" instead of the pink frilly stuff girls were supposed to like at the time. The fact that I would regularly beat the pants off most of the boys at Mrs. Allen's afterschool videogame tournaments may have been a factor as well :D

:eek:

Where have you been my whole life? Marry me? :eyewaggle:

Seriously though, I love dating girls like you. It beats wondering if I could open my veins with the breadknife after the hour-long dinner where the girl talked about "Friends" (TV show) the entire time. I hope you find (found?) someone who will appreciate that.

[LadyMage]

I hated public school with a passion. Well, most of it between grades 7 and 12.

I wasn't born in the US, I had glasses, was poor due to parents not having enough money to buy me clothes to keep up with me outgrowing them - I was an ealry bloomer, moved to the US at age 9 and started curving at age 10-11. You see where this was going. My junior high was hell, 7-8th grades only.

In 7th grade, I was transferred into the "gifted students" division of my junior high school. If I may say, that was the single worst move I ever made in my life. See above on what I was at that time. Most of the kids ignored me, thankfully, I did have friends...all four of them.

The boys could not leave me alone. I was the geek, I was the whore that slept with everyone - shockingly, no one came near me long enough to get anywhere - you name it, I heard it. I couldn't walk in the halls without stares and whispers behind my back. And every now and then, one of the bimbettes at that school - including the girl who actually was sleeping around, yes, in JHS - would come up to me and, with giggles of course, say, "I heard that you (insert BS), is that truuuuue?"

People made fun of me to my face. A lot.

I came to my high school and for the most part, succeeded in being invisible. I tried to be myself, but apparently that in your typical high-school setting is a high crime. Still, I stayed invisible, still had the glasses but at least started wearing jeans that fit.

Then I got a crush on a friend of mine. ALL hell broke loose.

Said crush was popular, handsome, a football player. I was the geek with a nearly perfect English Regents score. You can see how well that went over with the crowd. Because of the rumors, he and I didn't talk for a year, even though we started out as good friends.

I had a thing for a lot of football players on the account that the ones I liked were, at least at that time, handsome and smart guys. About only three or four of them actually bothered to get to know me well enough before believing the BS rumors. The cheerleaders/bimbettes universally hated my guts; they hated me for being outspoken and could not believe that I had the nerve to actually like football players.

That's when I had my LiveJournal. A LiveJournal that somehow made rounds of my high school thanks to a "friend." I was a laughingstock for a good month straight because of it.

Now, a good few years later...the crush and I? Repaired the friendship and remain close to this day. The bimbettes? Let's just say that their spelling skills and pictures on Facebook/Myspace show that perpetuation of stereotypes isn't necessarily a good thing.

I could've very much done without half of the JHS though.

[XCashier]

I don't know if the situation is getting worse or just getting more media attention:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16691386/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16669557/

One of the final shots of the video posted on YouTube, Photobucket and MySpace shows the victim crying on the grass, and her attackers smiling at the camera as they run away.

Absolutely :censored: sick.

[Lace Neil Singer]

Yeah, anyone who thinks children are by nature little angels and that they should be able to get along together well without any sort of policing has apparently never read "Lord of the Flies."

I couldn't agree more. I love that book.

Back on topic, I developed early, was clever, wore glasses, prefered to read a book in break rather than sit outside and gossip, liked to sit alone and read at lunch and liked to talk to boys rather than girls. This of course made me a prime target. :rolleyes: