Since i live in a multicultural society, I didn't get much bullying for having a dark skin. But There was this guy in the 8th grade and I was then in the 6th grade and we never got along. One day he said something and i told him to shut up, then he stabbed me with a pen!!! I got furious and puchd one of his teeth out. Didn't get in trouble or anything, just had to change seats.


I did tease a girl (don't know if u can call it bullying?) in grade 5 with a friend. I didn't like her cuz she was lazy, asocial and i just couldn't stand her, stupid i know. I used to call her lazy and fat, she eventually transferd to the school on the opposit side. I don't think she thought much of it cuz we used to tease a lot of people and she had many friends to. But I never hit people just scold them, unless they hit me first or try to.

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woa your school is really strange XD, I was never bullied when I was still in High School or Elementary

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I was bullied during my high school/upper secondary school time, and pretty bad. I was quite a wreck at that time, having problems both at home and at school so I don't really remember much about it. But my mother told me that some of the boys used to touch my breasts and one guy told horrible lies about me. But the worst part was, and I remember this, when one of the boys spat in my face. That is the most humiliating thing someones ever done to me! But I eventually grew stronger... and unpredictable... so the guys eventually stopped. But the worst part was my teacher, she didn't do anything because "boys are boys"!

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well my high school was quite strict, once you get into brawl you will get suspended for 3 days, do it twice you will get kicked from the school, I guess that's why.

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our school has kids from Kindergarden to 8th grade. XD each grade has only one class. Each class has less than 30 people.

Which means, no one gets bullied, no one wants to bully, and no one CAN bully. :3

8th grade right now, and no, I never got bullied before XD

WHOA SNAP! Just finished writing this post and I realized that it is LONG. VERY LONG. It is LATE, and I seem to have lost control of myself and let my rambling style get MORE out of control than usual. IT IS LONG. You may want to skip this. I think it's well written, but if you don't want a saga, don't start.
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I was bullied a lot when I was younger. To start with, I was incredibly small for my age. I weighed an astonishing sixty-five pounds when I was ten. It's not that I was emaciated; rather, I had a slim build to begin with and was inches upon inches shorter than others my age. Compounding this was my mind: I grew up in an area that is incredibly poor and full to the brim of illegal immigrants; as a result of this, education--wanting one, getting one, being smart, etc--was largely spat upon. Kids like me (the "smart" ones) were bullied constantly. Further compounding both of these issues was that when I was even younger, I had agreed to skip a grade. Not only was I small for my age, I was a year younger than everybody else, and they all knew very well that I was above average in terms of T3h Br4n3z. It was nonstop teasing, being pushed around, pushed down, hit, etcetera. My things were stolen from me, and even my dignity. That was just Elementary school, though (With the exception of the weight reference; I was in the sixth grade then).

Now, come Junior High, I was in the same district, but the draw had an extra school added in: that was at least half of the school that didn't know my reputation. It also made the school large enough that everyone couldn't know everyone else, and so my reputation began to subside. That didn't help much, though, because while smart, I was naive and never thought that if half of my problem was intelligence, I should have hidden my damned intelligence. My bullying problem finally came to an end in the eighth grade. You see, the whole time I had been bullied, my Mom told me that I should probably just haul off and sock the kids bullying me, because they wouldn't expect it, and because I was more than capable, having done so much playfighting with my friends (all normal size, and some huge). Then, come eighth grade, she'd heard of this "I.B. Programme" at one of the local high schools (Think a magnet school inside of a normal school, except not as sectioned off) and wanted me in, and I couldn't get in with any more suspensions (I'd gotten into a fight with a friend on campus and been suspended), she changed her mind, and wanted me blowing it off. Me, conflict avoiding person that I am, had always blown it off anyways.

Well, I was in class doing my work when some punk that'd been bullying me for a very long time took my calculator. Now, this I was used to; what I wasn't used to was that it wasn't returned. I kept working without it, trying to stay passive, until he came back, and, seeking a reaction, took my (only) pencil as well. So I got up, turned around to face him (he sat at the table behind me) and demanded them back. He refused to acquiesce (PotC vocab ftw!). I became angry and demanded somewhat more loudly. Soon, he got pissed back, because I was being petulant. So he put me in an armlock, and all those years of being passive kind of...snapped. I twisted out (Flexible!) and did exactly what he didn't expect a thirteen year old kid that could pass for ten would do: I punched him. Hard, upside the head. He went down over the table, doubled up, and I proceeded to punch him many, many times in the back and the back of his head, until the teacher noticed (to this day, tI feel that said teacher was a stoner) and broke it up. Somehow, with a lot of fast talking, I avoided a suspension. And I was never bullied again.

Of course, all that trouble was for naught: When I was still thirteen, early in my Freshman year of High School, I was in the I.B. Programme so I no longer had to hide that I am smart (though I still did, and do, in real life. A lot of people take to heart the idea that I'm stupid, because I revel in stupid things these days. I ve too much fun). Furthermore, I hit puberty then. Now I'm 5'10, weigh 165 (Mostly muscle), and have a voice reminiscent of a sousaphone (far deeper than average, and deeper even compared to my former piccolo). Nobody expected that, for sure! With puberty came a sense of humor and a fun-loving attitude and confidence, things I'd never had before. I've got a small army of friends and am both sociable and approachable. No longer am I bullied. And most people now don't believe that I could have been.

I took something home from that bullying, though: I can't ever bring myself to be mean to a kid, or to make one sad. I just grew up so absolutely shit that I can't make myself do anything like that. Don't have it in me, no. But don't tell anyone. Because of my rambunctious attitude (and I've no holds barred for my own peers, whom I often make fools out of for being...foolish), I've got a reputation as a jolly asshole. And I like that reputation, because it keeps those that can't see through that away from me. So nobody in the real world except for close friends knows that I volunteer at elementary schools and special ed things. And when people that don't know talk shit about me to people that do know, it's always funny to see them find out. Just another way to make a fool of the baddies and the judgmental!

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I was bullied for my first two years of high school, which culminated in a fight between two of them and me. I ended up with a broken nose and a huge cut above my eye, it probably would have been worse if I hadn't dislocated one of the guys elbows when I kicked his arm while it was against a tree. Suprise suprise no one bullied me after that incident.

Wow.. if anyone ever dared to spit in my face, they'd be getting a broken nose or jaw.. That's just disgusting.. Why would anyone ever do that?! And the teacher saying "boys are boys/boys will be boys" might be deserving of a broken nose too.

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You cry because you had to do bad things to others but in the end it's better than being a victim. Humans are born hypocrites.The fact that you later went to talk alone with the victim wasn't because you were feeling guilty.Everyday You hope that the fingers you had stepped on yesterday won't be connected with the boots You would have to lick in the future...
Something I found written down somewhere in my diary. I wonder what was I thinking back then.

its not a matter of no one can, its just you got lucky. my school was like that too, with the exception that 5-6 of the people in my class were bullies and after bullying a couple of kids, they settled on me. then the rest of the class would either join in or just watch to avoid being noticed and bullied in turn. (sadly for me, most of them thought it better to join in the fun). what didn't help was that at least 4 of the kids in my class had parents that were teachers/staff of the school, so it was all ignored with the kids being just warned if i reported it. this went on for 7 grades. it only stopped when i finally snapped and made it clear i wont take anymore shit from them.

point is, sometimes being able to change and having large number of students in a class is a good thing.

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umm, ive never really been bullied, i hang out with the preppy kids and no one really gives me crap because im pretty quiet. Last year though, during my sophomore year, this fish was giving me shit because i wasn't playing seriously in PE, wtf? so he started talking shit to me and i just told him to fuck off and calm down..(we were playing rugby, and he was playing as hard as he could, juking people and grunting and exaggerating everything he did trying to act pro at PE lol)

moral of the story: PE is a fun class, dont take it seriously

That's really horrible, I mean really really horrible. 'Boys are boys' is just another word for lawsuit.



>_> haha, I wish a girl that bullied me tried to be my friend. I'd want to shank them.



I agree and that's why women commit premeditated murder and men just shoot you. Girls are sneaky little things and they are cruel ;o;

I got bullied in highschool. (Light teasing throughout middle school no scarring there.) Now 10th grade that was hell. I moved to a new city (but I was only 5 min. from my old house and the schools were on the same street *still bitter over that*) Anyway new school was extremely diffrent from my old school. I got talked about, teased, had people calling me white all the time, pushed around (verbally & physically) ostracized, people took my stuff, copied off my work. Worst thing was someone threatened to cut off my hair and another threatened to burn it. I'm not a strong person, physically def. but I don't have a strong personality. So I won't say anything alot of the time. But then again I was scared out of my mind, even if I could beat someone there was nothing I could do against a gun. (Girl that set next to me shot some girl and threatened her, thankfully not me.) Needless to say I stopped going eventually. Girls are so very scary. I did see one of the girls that was the worst to me at the bookstore and she was like hi ^__^ I couldn't even say anything. D: Still scared of the girl

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whatphotoshopmypicswhatliesdoyouspeakof?! >D

Someone found out my real name, and humiliated me in the entire drama class with it in Grade 9. We were assigned groups for an assignment, and I got teamed up with the bitches. We made our play, but when we presented it, they fucked it up completely to humiliate it, changing my character's name to my real name, and doing mean crap to my character. Everyone burst out laughing in the class as if it was HILARIOUS!

I have extremely high tolerance [EXTREMELY high], and love to smile [it makes everything seem okay when you smile - so I love to smile, even when things take a big fall down]. I had been tolerating their shit for far too long, seeing as they used to harass me 24/7, treat me like shit they could step on and wipe off on the grass, so I just cracked. I blanked out, and burst into tears when my teacher asked me if everything was alright [she knew my real name].

Then when one of the pricks who saw me crying dared come up to me to ask me if I was okay. I FLIPPED. I punched him, I kicked him in his... privates about 10 times, jumped on him and punched him repeatedly, and just basically lost control. I was literally aiming to kill.

And I'm a person with extremely high tolerance, and cracking my smile is bad enough. But making me snap is just...

Ahaha, I just remembered this. XD <3

I was so pissed back then, but looking back on it now...

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I used to live in what the locals proudly called a WASP town, while I was the only Asian in it. I was so small that there was one teacher who would constantly pull me from my third grade line and have me stand with the kinder gardeners. I was also ridiculed for being by far the most intelligent of my classmates, all of whom had been in the same school system from K through 12 (US system).

We had much more psychological and racist pressure than physical bullying, but luckily I could often give as well as I got. I became known as one of the nastiest tempers in school, while my two only friends realized I was very fair to all comers and attacked only those who attacked me first. The other kids in the "good grades clique" both respected and hated me, to the point of hiding and destroying my college apps.

The teachers were useless; despite being a supposedly upper middle class town, they were all concerned with only their favourites. I'd gotten death threats, but they were ignored even when people spraypainted hate remarks on my street. Unfortunately, it was pre-Columbine, so if the white kids were picking on the c**** no one cared.

I guess success is the best revenge, so in a way, I'm kind of looking forward to my 10 year HS reunion. But I do despise those pathetic sacs of detritus. And the students were morons too.

There was never much bullying where I life. I grew up in a small town, where almost everyone was white. And my skin was fairly light for an Asian. Rather, people there encouraged diversity and respect - it was truly a blessed place. Only incident was when my "dorky, geeky, weird" friends and I were chased around and got into a (fun?) mild fight that got everyone in trouble.

I moved into a more diverse place later on during the end of middle school and high school, and didn't get bullied at all there. Basically, I proved that I was smarter than most of them, and they stayed away from me, becauase I could talk my way out of everything they threw at me.

I don't think that I could ever bully anyone now, especially on stupid things like race. Actually, by living as one of few Asians in a mostly white place, I've gotten practically race-blind and don't notice what race someone is.