I think that the experience helped me to become the society-hating asshole that I am today, so it was a good thing overall.
There was this kid in my block that was a “little different” and we always teased him. Well me and my buddies were bored one summer so we get the bright idea of one of us going to his house and telling him we had a yard to mow and it payed 60 bucks and we needed his help.
He was stoked and ran inside to change and tell his mom, well about 10 mins later him and my buddy came running by and me and two other buddies crept out from behind the bushes and pelted him with frozen eggs, apples, and potatoes.
He ended up having to go to the hospital, and my actions have haunted me ever since. About 5 years after it happened I finally got the balls to tell him I am sorry, and remarkably he forgave me.
Moral of the story, if you think someone needs to bulk, hand them the food instead of throwing it as hard as you can at them. (I am actually embarrassed by my actions, and was very lucky not to get charges pressed; still bugs me and it happened approx 11 years ago.)
Elementary school was when I was bullied, well actually, only 3-5 grade. Kindergarten was the year I moved to the US, but people were really nice to me.
In 3rd grade I got jumped my 3 kids, all of fourth one kid kept starting crap with me, and 5th grade his brother tried to take over but failed. 6th grade I was an outcast and was bullied by one kid.
7th grade was not much better (started messing around with weights then). 8th grade I was a jackass that thought I was the shit. 9th grade I got a whole lot better.
Now, I am trying not to be the bully and help others when they are. But, as Artem said, I am much more cynical now; still, people come to me for advice and somehow use it.
I was bullied on the bus in elementary and middle school. I was very much a stupid fat ass kid with no self esteem; I was an easy target.
The whole deal subsided after I hit the kid in the face one day after some constant teasing. When it resurfaced again I went to the school administration and brought the kid up on harassment charges. Problem solved.
In high school I feel in with a pretty good crowd, and there were no more problems. At some point I became known as the guitar player and was apparently well known around school (but not popular).
Middle school and high school are like holding pens until college.
I was a fat shit all the way up to about last year. Just about everyone in the school commented on it. Especially when I was a freshamn, the seniors in my gym class would talk a lot of shit. Ive seen most of them since theyve graduated and Im twice there size.
Hmmm, early on in elementary, i was good friends with the kids who became the “popular kids”. I was more of a quiet guy until junior year of high school, so I wasn’t “popular”, but like i said i knew people and never burned bridges so life was good for me, then as i got more extroverted junior and senior year, life got really good.
But overall, I was outside looking in, and i think that shaped my attitudes now, i’m very independent and hate social dogmas.
So bullied?, no, but seeing other people bullied and seeing how stupid grade school social status is changed my attitude on life and allowed me to mature a lot earlier and i’m grateful for that.
[quote]That One Guy wrote:
my post got repeated like 3 times[/quote]
That story was so good that I read it all three times. JK! I didn’t really read it.
I was never bullied, or at least I don’t think I ever was.
There was recently and incident at school where some kid threatened to punch me in the face with his buddies backing him, but I smooth talked out of it. I’m deciding whether it is worth it for me to try to get him back somehow…
FBI: I have no intention of doing anything illegal or harmful in anyway. I would get this kid back in the form of buying him ice cream or some other form of socially and politically/legally acceptable way in order to show my gratitude. Of course.
I got picked on for a bit until one of them physically hit me and I hit him back, harder. He then had respect for me and left me alone shrugs
In high school, I got in one fight and it was a total fluke that I won. Since it was the 80’s, girls had big hair. I grabbed this girl by the hair and punched her in the face but then I couldn’t get my hand out of hair because of all the hairspray so I just kept going. From that point on, tough chicks were asking me to back them up!!
[quote]tootles27 wrote:
In high school, I got in one fight and it was a total fluke that I won. Since it was the 80’s, girls had big hair.
I grabbed this girl by the hair and punched her in the face but then I couldn’t get my hand out of hair because of all the hairspray so I just kept going. From that point on, tough chicks were asking me to back them up!![/quote]
Nice. That had to be a story to tell people about. “Yea, and my hand got stuck in the b*tches hair! So I had to pummel her for a bit”
[quote]AmandaSC wrote:
In 7th grade there was a big girl who hated me for no reason. I weighed about 100 lbs. She was about 5’ 9" and at least 160 lbs.
I took my friend’s bus home one day not knowing she shared the same bus, same bus stop too.
We got off the bus. She attacked me. I fought back. The next day in school she had scabs from where I grabbed her neck in the mist of punching and kicking and dug my nails into her making her bleed.
Everyone was talking about what scrawny little me did to her. She apologized to me and wanted to be my friend after that.
During the bus ride home and the fight I was scared shitless but I wouldn’t dare run. I fought my best and won. It didn’t affect my life negatively because I won. It just reinforced what I already knew, to stand up for yourself.[/quote]
I had a similar experience but the gal threw matches in my hair on the bus. I too got her back with the nice rings we used to wear. Bloodied her up good. She was an amazon compared to me! After wards she kissed my ass for the rest of the year!!
[quote]dk44 wrote:
There was this kid in my block that was a “little different” and we always teased him. Well me and my buddies were bored one summer so we get the bright idea of one of us going to his house and telling him we had a yard to mow and it payed 60 bucks and we needed his help.
He was stoked and ran inside to change and tell his mom, well about 10 mins later him and my buddy came running by and me and two other buddies crept out from behind the bushes and pelted him with frozen eggs, apples, and potatoes.
He ended up having to go to the hospital, and my actions have haunted me ever since. About 5 years after it happened I finally got the balls to tell him I am sorry, and remarkably he forgave me.
Moral of the story, if you think someone needs to bulk, hand them the food instead of throwing it as hard as you can at them. (I am actually embarrassed by my actions, and was very lucky not to get charges pressed; still bugs me and it happened approx 11 years ago.)[/quote]
Years later, you are the reason “jeremy” was written. You hero.
Fuck, I’m probably gonna end up posting in this thread later on :S
I was never actively bullied but I was not popular because I was a smart-ass and loved running my mouth. I remember when I learned how to cuss in Spanish. I would go at it with these migrant workers who loved to fuck with me. One day I told this huge Mexican guy (he looked about 5 years older than the rest of the 6th graders cause he had a mustache) to go “fuck his mom”. He picked me up and threw me against the wall and kicked me in the stomach.
The teacher who happened to witness the incident also happened to speak perfect Spanish and when he explained what I said about his mom the teacher looked at me as said, “you probably deserved it.” I got put on in house suspension for a week for “fighting.” He got two days out of school suspension. But I have the last laugh because he’s probably still in sixth grade.
Moral of the story: “Your Mom” jokes don’t translate in Spanish.
Funny as hell, i have the exact opposite situation, i was the latin kid getting picked on until the Mom joke ended it & launched my popularity through Jr High & High School.
I was always the shortest/smallest kid in my Elementary school class but i had a big mouth. So, im about 11-12 & i lived 3 blocks from school & i walked home every day. On my way home i have to walk by the Jr High School thats at the end of the block from my school & the buses are all lined up along the sidewalk that i took home every day. This one Jr High kid, Shawn Jellison, who also lived across the street from my grandmothers house with his 4 older brothers, would constantly give me shit through the window of the bus as i walked by. It was always stuff like peewee, shorty, etc., anyway one day i’m walking by but he’s not on the bus yet & he blocks my way and starts pushing me around.
Unfortuanately for him we had gotten our report cards that day & i knew i had an ass woopin’ coming anyway. He starts talking trash & says “hey chico my brothers tell me your mom gives great head!”… OH SHIT!!! I swung my back pack around my shoulder & caught him square on the side of the head with 20 lbs of books, he went down like a lead balloon. Then, i dont know if i was afraid of him getting up & kicking my ass but i just kept kicking him & beating him while i was sobbing & screaming incoherent profanity in spanish. After that i thought Shawn & his brothers were going to kill me but i never had another problem with them. The next year i started Jr High & he was still there but never messed with me again, the story of the crazy little Cuban preceded me all through Jr. High into High school & i didnt get into many fights in school.
I was always a huge nerd and kept pretty well to myself. I wasn’t ever the one who got picked on constantly, but I was never a cool kid.
The only time I ever was really bullied was in orchestra class (yes, really). A big girl (by inches, age, and poundage) started pushing and shoving me, so I punched her in the mouth and bloodied her lip. She never talked to me again. The conductor saw it all, smirked, and looked away.
People pick on those weaker, kids fight, it is the way of the world. Might is Right. I wish I would have gotten into more fights as a child. I got picked on and picked on others I think that it made me a better person and prepared me for the real world. For the guy who went to the school administration and filed harassment charges, why didn’t you just hit him again? You can’t cry every time something goes wrong.
One time I was getting bullied on the way to school so I jumped in the kids seat and pinned him between his seat and the one in front of him and punched him repeatedly until his sister screamed and put gum in my hair. It was just part of growing up. I was probably eight at the time.
I think all the worries about being kicked out of school or being sued are one of the reasons that people are such cowards today. The one thing my dad told me is if someone hits you hit them back twice as hard.
I was Fat and poor growing up so I always got bullied. It got so bad I stopped going entirely. I still have emotional scars from then. Mostly self image and weird sometime arkward social skills.
Itried using the schoo gym but the kids would make fun of my handme down gym clothes and the fact i was tubby. My clothes came from the husky section (which back then they said HUSKY on them) that didnt help LOl
[quote]gravel wrote:
I think all the worries about being kicked out of school or being sued are one of the reasons that people are such cowards today. The one thing my dad told me is if someone hits you hit them back twice as hard.[/quote]
Oddly enough I tell my Daughters (I have 2 ) that same thing “If it gets physical Hit them as hard as you can But dont throw the first punch” My girls are thankfully not built like me (Both very thin and very active in sports) So Im not as worried about them getting picked on like I was. But I have no doubts I will happen at sometime. If someone is shit talking though I just want them to walk away.