Here is my school story,
During k-grade 1 everything was hunky dory. The only thing that could possibly be considered bullying was saying pink was a girl colour.
Now in grade 2 I had made friends with an awkward grade 5. One day he was being bullied by a group of other grade 5's. I charged them and headbutted the biggest one in the stomach. He called me a ***** and kicked me to the ground, then proceed to step onto my ribs.
SCHOOL ZONE CHANGE
For Grade 3-7 I was bullied by girls. My best friend was still pokemon yellow. I was a wimp and I cried a hell of a LOT. I was not good at sports, I was smartish, and was known as Bill Nye in grade 4(for being able to teach a lesson from watching a Bill Nye in my own time) which didn't help. I got lots of verbal abuse. By grade 7 I had grown to about 5'8". I had begun to fantasize about killing the girls who still bullied me. I had thought about cloning their corpses and killing their clones. But I never lashed out in any way other than the occasional "eff off". Still not good at sports and with minimal friends I finished the year without killing anyone, however I hated school.
NOW I MOVED
Grade 8 came along. Now i was about 5'10". Nobody talked to me on the first day of the new school. Except for one person. This douche would be the reason I think the way I do. After about a week people would tell me not to be friends with him else I wouldn't have any friends either. I stopped talking to him and found a group similar to my old one, filled with nerds. However the d-bag continued to torment me. One day we were having an indoor recess. on the way back to class from the cafeteria he kicked me in the ass as he ran passed, in a retarded jumping motion. I lost it. I ran after him, picked him up by the shirt and slammed him into the door of our classroom. 2 teachers were inside. We were sent to the office. The principle was cool about it all because I, being the gigantic wimp I was, was crying and gave all the reasons why I did this. He still tormented me after... just not to the same degree for what i thought was fear of me totally snapping and killing him.
During the nights of grade 8 I had dreams of killing him by stuffing napkins down his throat and watching him choke to death. Another by watching him be hit by a subway train.
THEN CAME HIGH SCHOOL
Greatest time in my life. In grade 9 everyone was an ass. friends changed and became emo ska/punk fans. Some became band geeks. I became a drama nerd. I met lots of new people and did great on my final assignment in drama where I had to be an abusive husband. During rehearsals the girls in my group began to like me. I didn't want to throw them too hard for one of our scenes, the first time i did, i broke the table she was supposed to bump into. I felt incredibly bad.
In grade 10 i had grown to about 6' and never had to take another gym class. From here on out i was only bullied by the occasional foot baller. He'd throw a punch into my shoulder say something asshole-ish (I now know he was just being friendly) and I'd just laugh it off. I don't remember what happened but at one point at this time a came close to suicide, maybe the d-bag from gr8 said something, but i pulled through.
For grade 11 and 12 "**it was so cash" grew to 6'4", ere body was friends with each other, except for the gr 8 bully. I went on school trips, participated in school and stepped up for friends, and finally, after gr12 prom started dating the girl I since grade 11.
Now in a University people are much more mature. The people i don't like, i don't hang out with. The people who like me hang out with me. And finally, I am free from the 3 bitches who bullied me, and the one bastard who was a few wrong words away from becoming my first homicide victim(he wants to become a lawyer).
Still a virgin, only 18, got a girlfriend, studying to be an engineer, partying with the engineers, and now immune to bullying and have my dreams of a family with my girlfriend.
So take a lesson from me. Take it like a wimp. Cry like a baby. Stay unique. Make friends who like what you like and think similarly to how you think. Feel like shit for 15 years of your life, because when you are older and life gets better you can laugh at the bitches who have tried to take away your life. Go forth with your bully scars and become successful by using the lessons you have learned and applying them to your current life. Participate whenever possible, it may seem like a pain to go and watch your school hockey game, but there is not many times when you can yell at the top of your lungs with hundreds of others. And don't forget to take Pikachu with you for the journey.
tl:dr I was bullied all my life until high school. things get better. bring pikachu.
During k-grade 1 everything was hunky dory. The only thing that could possibly be considered bullying was saying pink was a girl colour.
Now in grade 2 I had made friends with an awkward grade 5. One day he was being bullied by a group of other grade 5's. I charged them and headbutted the biggest one in the stomach. He called me a ***** and kicked me to the ground, then proceed to step onto my ribs.
SCHOOL ZONE CHANGE
For Grade 3-7 I was bullied by girls. My best friend was still pokemon yellow. I was a wimp and I cried a hell of a LOT. I was not good at sports, I was smartish, and was known as Bill Nye in grade 4(for being able to teach a lesson from watching a Bill Nye in my own time) which didn't help. I got lots of verbal abuse. By grade 7 I had grown to about 5'8". I had begun to fantasize about killing the girls who still bullied me. I had thought about cloning their corpses and killing their clones. But I never lashed out in any way other than the occasional "eff off". Still not good at sports and with minimal friends I finished the year without killing anyone, however I hated school.
NOW I MOVED
Grade 8 came along. Now i was about 5'10". Nobody talked to me on the first day of the new school. Except for one person. This douche would be the reason I think the way I do. After about a week people would tell me not to be friends with him else I wouldn't have any friends either. I stopped talking to him and found a group similar to my old one, filled with nerds. However the d-bag continued to torment me. One day we were having an indoor recess. on the way back to class from the cafeteria he kicked me in the ass as he ran passed, in a retarded jumping motion. I lost it. I ran after him, picked him up by the shirt and slammed him into the door of our classroom. 2 teachers were inside. We were sent to the office. The principle was cool about it all because I, being the gigantic wimp I was, was crying and gave all the reasons why I did this. He still tormented me after... just not to the same degree for what i thought was fear of me totally snapping and killing him.
During the nights of grade 8 I had dreams of killing him by stuffing napkins down his throat and watching him choke to death. Another by watching him be hit by a subway train.
THEN CAME HIGH SCHOOL
Greatest time in my life. In grade 9 everyone was an ass. friends changed and became emo ska/punk fans. Some became band geeks. I became a drama nerd. I met lots of new people and did great on my final assignment in drama where I had to be an abusive husband. During rehearsals the girls in my group began to like me. I didn't want to throw them too hard for one of our scenes, the first time i did, i broke the table she was supposed to bump into. I felt incredibly bad.
In grade 10 i had grown to about 6' and never had to take another gym class. From here on out i was only bullied by the occasional foot baller. He'd throw a punch into my shoulder say something asshole-ish (I now know he was just being friendly) and I'd just laugh it off. I don't remember what happened but at one point at this time a came close to suicide, maybe the d-bag from gr8 said something, but i pulled through.
For grade 11 and 12 "**it was so cash" grew to 6'4", ere body was friends with each other, except for the gr 8 bully. I went on school trips, participated in school and stepped up for friends, and finally, after gr12 prom started dating the girl I since grade 11.
Now in a University people are much more mature. The people i don't like, i don't hang out with. The people who like me hang out with me. And finally, I am free from the 3 bitches who bullied me, and the one bastard who was a few wrong words away from becoming my first homicide victim(he wants to become a lawyer).
Still a virgin, only 18, got a girlfriend, studying to be an engineer, partying with the engineers, and now immune to bullying and have my dreams of a family with my girlfriend.
So take a lesson from me. Take it like a wimp. Cry like a baby. Stay unique. Make friends who like what you like and think similarly to how you think. Feel like shit for 15 years of your life, because when you are older and life gets better you can laugh at the bitches who have tried to take away your life. Go forth with your bully scars and become successful by using the lessons you have learned and applying them to your current life. Participate whenever possible, it may seem like a pain to go and watch your school hockey game, but there is not many times when you can yell at the top of your lungs with hundreds of others. And don't forget to take Pikachu with you for the journey.
tl:dr I was bullied all my life until high school. things get better. bring pikachu.
