More deaths by bullies.

[SilverOrb]

I was TORTURED at school. Knocked off my bike, pushed down stairs, beer bottles over the legs, snowballs with rocks... The most "fun" was when a student went around the classroom taking "donations" for my hygiene fund and the sub just watched. What stopped that incident? Another student, open mouthed at the teacher, who stormed out of the room at my sobs and the behavior and went to the office HERSELF. I know how hard it is, how hard it can be.
I am so sad for those children... I wish someone had done something before it was too late. I know that I myself have wounds that will never, ever heal.

[Andara Bledin]

what i did notice tho was that the people who'd always talked up how "cool" they were compared to everyone else... weren't doing much with their lives.

The ones who always talk about how cool they are and act like complete douchebags are only cool because they (and those like them) say they are.

The truly cool people don't give a fig for social standing and are usually friends with most of the outcast types.

Oh--and yes, I was always told to ignore the bullies. Fat fucking lot of good that did. And people wonder why things like Columbine happen.

News flash: The kids that did Columbine were the bullies. Well, the ringleader was a psychopath with no conscience, and his buddy was a depressive introvert that he paid attention to and got caught in his orbit.

^-.-^

[Lace Neil Singer]

It's a fact tho that ignoring bullies and walking away from them doesn't do the slightest bit of good. I tried that first; despite how my posts might look, I'm not really a violent person at all and I didn't want to get into fights. I tried to ignore their taunts, name calling, pushing, tripping me up, slapping, pinching, hair pulling, spiteful notes pushed into my locker, kicking my books around, stealing my pens, pouring ink over my school books, treating me like I had the plague etc etc... but it just was impossible to ignore a fullscale, all the time campagne of nastiness. The cool clique not only did all that, but they also threatened everyone else with the same if they either a) stood up for me or b) were my friend. Only two girls had the guts to go against the cool clique and be friends with me.

If I walked away from the bullies, they followed me. I once locked myself into the girl's toilets for nearly an hour before they left me alone. I cut class to escape them, and went into town to buy cigarettes and beer to deaden the pain. I was a self harmer, and developed compulsive eating disorder. I used to go to bed at night and wish I'd never wake up. I ended up in Casualty twice cuz I'd cut thru an artery, and once due to taking an overdose to damage myself from the inside. I'd given up telling the teachers when anything happened, cuz all they did is just tell the bullies off and maybe give them a detention, and I ended up being taunted even more and called a grass as a result.

However, when I started hitting the bullies whenever they started on me, it changed. They started to fear me, not the other way round, and they left me alone. Near the end, when my parents finally got the education committee to agree to allow me to leave the school and go to a different one, I was doing all my lessons in the deputy head's office or the library, and having my lunch there, too. I was being treated like the instigator, as tho all those years of torment by the bullies had never happened; they just acted as tho I was just a nasty bitch who started fights and hurt people for no reason. -.- The reason the bullies got hurt was a) cuz they'd started on me first and b) if you're small and skinny, and start a fight with a girl who's not only tall, but also several stones overweight, it's not rocket science; you'll end up being badly hurt. -.-

[Misanthropical]

Count me in on being bullied as well.

The worst part of it all was that the teachers knew about it and didn't care.

At my second high school, passing time between classes was so short that most teachers would stand outside the doors of their classrooms, waiting for all the kids to get in, and they'd HEAR people shouting "Whore!" "Slut!" "Skankwhore Barbie!" and whatnot at me, and not ONE of them did a damn thing.

The times that I did stand up for myself against a jock or person of importance (aka, rich kids, popular kids) I got in trouble.

The time that this waste of space idiot jock kicked the back of my desk for the 1,000,000th time and I turned around and flipped his desk over (with him in it!), I got in school suspension for a few days. But did he ever fuck with me again? Nope. Did I get in trouble with my parents? No.

Count me in as someone who got bullied in middle school and the teachers sometimes joined in. I was fat and had bad acne in middle school which I guess meant I was asking for the bullying.

I had a teacher who loved nothing more than to humiliate me in class and was mad as hell when I was moved out of her class.

Now, I did lose all the weight by high school and my complex completely cleared up, but I still had a complex because of the bullying. Heck, sometimes now I can still hear the taunts when I look in the mirror.

However, if one of my children tell me someone is bullying them I take that very seriously and will not tolerate it and let the school officials know that if they don't take care of it I will be in their office and no one will be happy, when the school officials find out how serious I am they take care of it. I will not tolerate excuses from anyone on why I shouldn't be bothered when my child is being bullied.

My children also know that if I find out they are bullying someone that there will be serious consequences for it.

[blas]

I was watching the Tyra show yesterday, and I'm amazed that none of the parents of the bullied girls were on the show (or parents of the bullies).

If I were a parent....because of what I went through, if I had a child that was being bullied, I'd give them my full permission to say whatever was necessary to get them off their backs. If that didn't work, I'll march right into that school and corner that/those little shits and hopefully fill them with the fear of a thousand bloodthirsty vampires, not to mention I will let the principal know that I will not tolerate anymore of it, and if the teachers do nothing to prevent it, my child will have full permission to do whatever they need to protect themselves.

[Sheldonrs]

Bullied A LOT all through school until I got to college. It's why I almost never showed up for school. I also will never get over it and i know it clouds my judgement about the subject. But I have no problems hoping that every serial bully, no matter how young or old, either dies a horrific, painful death or lives a life of abject misery. I know that most bullies are the way they are because of how they are raised, etc. And you know what? TOUGH SHIT! I learned that fire is hot by putting my hand in it. But I didn't start putting OTHER peoples' hands in it just so THEY could suffer too.
My only bright spot about this whole thing is 2 of the biggest bullies from school actually DID die in their early 20s in separate violent acts.

[blas]

Wow, Sheldon. All I wish is that the girls who tortured me end up getting really fat and getting knocked up with a bunch of kids from different fathers and having to deal with the same horrible cruel names that they gave me.

And all I wish of the males is that they go bald prematurely, get extremely fat, end up with ED, and end up having to work for me one day.

[protege]

Keep this in mind--there's *always* a bigger bully out there. Sooner or later, they'll pick on the *wrong* person, and they *will* get what's coming. Trust me, it will happen. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow...

I've posted about my jailbird classmate before. Not so much of a bully, but more of an arrogant asshole. Still, he was constantly giving me grief--because I wasn't in the same classes, was into certain sports cars, didn't follow sports, etc.

Didn't hear from him for years, but I do know that he was a lawyer. "Was," because he got into trouble last year. How? Well, he let his arrogance do it. He always thought he was smarter than everyone. That was his downfall. Seems he decided to rip off one of his clients to the tune of $50,000 He forged some paperwork in an attempt to cover it up, but managed to botch it, and is now in jail.

He's a bit of the class joke now. In fact, the wants to find where he's being held, and give him some friendly advice. That advice? "Don't drop the soap"

However, I'm not sure I'd bring myself to do that. Why? As much as I enjoy gloating at seeing an asshole "get theirs," to do so, would just lower myself to his level. I've moved on since then, and karma has kicked his ass better than I ever could. How? Well, not only did he get his name in the papers, but he trashed his reputation, had to pay massive fines...including paying back his client, his wife left him, and he's no longer allowed to practice law. Plus, he'll have to explain about his time in jail on every job application. He destroyed his life, in other words.

[Becks]

When we moved to the sticks, there was only one real episode of physical violence. Becks beat up some punk ass punk.

He started it, I ended it. Got suspended off the bus for a week.

Kid made sure he never rode on the same bus as us after that.

Guess he learned not to mess with me.

For the most part, most people, up to and including the PRINCIPAL thought that since we moved from Milwaukee, Becks and I were gang members.

Yeah, that was hilarious.

[Kiwi]

I went through three primary schools, I was very ill as a child, in and out of hospital and one teacher told the class I was being "punished by god"... at 6 years old and that why I was sick. The bullying was disgusting, teachers knew about it, principals knew about it and wouldn't lift a finger. The worst year of bullying my teacher was actually the main bully, I was 9 years old and she picked on an entire group of us, we all sat at tables instead of desks and she labelled us the "stupid table". She told the class that my hair was curly because I had lice and demonstrated by showing the class how to curl paper ribbon with scissors.

I had the nickname knits for an entire year and cried every morning before school. The teacher and principal knew what was going on but told my mother I was telling tales. It got so bad, her class favourites started to get physical with me, three boys beat me up one day in front of her and she did nothing. The next week a group of girls dragged me into the bathroom and beat the snot out of me, I had to lock myself into a cubical to get away from them. I was told I deserved what happened because I had "provoked them by being prideful"... it was bloody nonsense, I couldn't read, my family was just as poor as everyone else at that school, I was not a show off... how could I my clothes were from a thrift store just like every other kids. The only thing that made me stood out was my long blonde ringlet hair. My teacher took pleasure in telling the class daily how stupid everyone at my table was, we were the "slow" kids.

My mum in desperation asked my brother and a few of his mates to go and teach the kids a lesson, she couldn't do anything about the teacher but as my brother was 5 years older he could give the kids a taste of their own medicine. He and his brothers waited until class ended for the day and stood in a circle outside the classroom door waiting. He pulled me aside and said "point out the people who are mean to you" and I pointed out the three boys who tried to make a run for it.

He and his mates caught them (9 year olds against 14 year olds) and carried them into the cloakroom and hung them up on our bag hooks. They proceeded to threaten them and yell that if any of them so much spoke or looked at me again, they would be back to break their legs. When my brother slammed his fist in to the wall behind one of the boys he wet himself in front of the entire class. they left them on the hooks and walked me home.

the school never said anything to my mother or brother although they knew what happened

the boys, in fact the entire class never spoke to me or looked at me again (apart from my other friends at the retard table) my teacher commented on how everyone was silent for a week afterwards and I mean total silence. they didn't laugh at her cruel comments, they didn't play along with her (everyone at the table was her a victim of her bullying)

a couple of the boys went on to my high school and never even looked at me again, but they went red and shook when I walked into the room.
I was moved to the catholic school for the next school year and the bullying stopped again until I was in high school and could handle it myself.

was it the best way to handle it? probably not... but I grew up in a rough and poor area where violence was the only was some people learned.The bullying stopped and that was all that mattered to me.

[Severen13]

I'm floored at all TV shows and movies that portray school as a hip and cool and fun place to be, instead of the barren wasteland on the other side of Hell that it actually is.

I was bullied all through school. You know that one weird kid every school has? That was me!

My family moved around a lot so I was always the new kid in school, plus I was quiet, different and painfully shy. The bullies sensed my weaknesses the way a shark senses blood.

Day in and day out I was mercilessly teased, threatened, called every name in the book and a few new ones, accused of being on drugs (never have been and never will be), accused of being a slut, verbally abused and sexually harassed by my darling classmates and even a few teachers. If I complained I was told to just ignore it, like that ever helped. When it's coming at you with both barrels every.single.day. it gets kind of hard to ignore. And no, nothing was ever done to the bullies. Needless to say, my self-esteem was stomped into the ground and has never recovered. There were no dates, no boyfriends and no prom for me. Today I'm still alone, but I don't really care anymore. My books and DVDs and hobbies are better company than 99.9% of the people I know.

But I do wish I had a backbone then. But hindsight is always 20/20, isn't it? So I have to content myself with hoping that someone out there hurt the bullies the way they hurt me.

I will not attend any reunions. The 20 year reunion is coming up soon. I'm keeping an eye out for the letter so I can burn it.

[HorrorFrogPrincess]

My mum in desperation asked my brother and a few of his mates to go and teach the kids a lesson, she couldn't do anything about the teacher but as my brother was 5 years older he could give the kids a taste of their own medicine. He and his brothers waited until class ended for the day and stood in a circle outside the classroom door waiting. He pulled me aside and said "point out the people who are mean to you" and I pointed out the three boys who tried to make a run for it.

He and his mates caught them (9 year olds against 14 year olds) and carried them into the cloakroom and hung them up on our bag hooks. They proceeded to threaten them and yell that if any of them so much spoke or looked at me again, they would be back to break their legs. When my brother slammed his fist in to the wall behind one of the boys he wet himself in front of the entire class. they left them on the hooks and walked me home.

the school never said anything to my mother or brother although they knew what happened

Wish I had your big brother!

Not that I was bullied much. The only real incident was when someone was picking on me in the bus. He eventually started hitting me with his sunglasses (this was 4th grade, incidentally). It cut my scalp. I told my mother and she went with me the next day to talk to the bus driver. I think the kid got kicked off the bus.

[Andara Bledin]

I told my mother and she went with me the next day to talk to the bus driver. I think the kid got kicked off the bus.

This!

Why isn't there more instances of parents standing up for their kids when their kids are being bullied?

My mother, hippie freak that she was, wouldn't have wasted two seconds before raising holy hell if my brother or I were ever in the sorts of situations that have been described here.

^-.-^

[Greenday]

My principal back in 8th grade actually gave me permission to punch anyone that kept harassing me. Too bad it was at the end of the year and never got the chance to do it. He said I only had to give them one warning of what I was going to do and then to just give it to them. And that when I got sent to the office, he'd take care of me. I really liked him. He was a great principal.

[goldaries13]

Add me to the bullied list.

I didn't have as many physical problems as I do now, but I did have cerebral palsy in school, and as a result, I walked rather odd(limping and toewalking), and I got a lot of shit for that. Add to this the fact I was rather bookish in a hick town, and you have a bully magnet.

At one point, all my older brothers got fed up(because I would come home every day crying), and walked to school with me, carrying two by fours. I must have been six or seven at the time, and all I can remember is that after this incident, nobody messed with me till middle school.

By middle and high school, I had outgrown the toewalk and most of the limp, but I was still bookish, and also very tomboyish in a school full of little Southern belles. Didn't help that I looked like a boy- short, short hair, flatchested, skinny and curveless... So I caught a lot of shit from guys and girls alike. No one did anything, not even when a boy's harassment crossed the line.

Long story short, a boy sexually assaulted me after school my freshman year while on school property. The school administration tried to tell my mother not to go to the police- apparently, the boy said it was consensual and that was good enough for them. Mom still went to the police-who did jackshit, but that's another tale.

I got the last laugh on all of them, though- most of the people who teased me are still living in town, still working dead end jobs, and basically inbreeding (I swear, everyone in that damn town has the same three or four last names). The guy who sexually assaulted me? He went to prison for rape about two years after the incident with me. I believe he was killed in prison last year.