Quote from Dubby
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...
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...
So you soak up copious amounts of harassment, and then when you finally snap, you snap on the guy who comes up to you and asks if you're okay? Strikes me as a tad counterproductive.
I was picked on and ostracized a lot in kindergarten and elementary school, but I would usually retaliate until I was left alone. Some of the bullying was probably racially motivated, most of it probably wasn't. Really, I just didn't fit in with most of my white classmates. I was a pretty hyperactive kid, and at that age had trouble paying attention and sitting still in class. The worst bullying from that time came from a teacher who, more than chastising me for playing around in her class, would make make fun of me and say all sorts of derisive, sarcastic remarks at my expense in front of the entire class, and encourage the other kids to get in on the act. I imagine I must have been a problem child, and for her to be exasperated with me would have understandable, but I was a fucking kid. If you can't deal with kids being kids, you shouldn't be a teacher.
Come middle school I calmed down quite a bit, and although I was still bullied, it amounted mostly to being ostracized rather than actively harassed. It happened a few times, but throughout middle and high school I actually grew pretty big, so people tended to leave me alone. The one time I was a target of serious bullying was when I got on the bad side of a wannabe gangster and his cronies. It culminated one day in them meeting me at the bus stop, prepared to jump me, but not actually doing anything, and another day in him having one of his boys get in my face while he sucker-punched me from the side. The only thing that came of it was that after a while I never saw those boys at my school again. They didn't really belong there, and they were probably or transferred to some school for punks and problem kids, considering that I wasn't the only kid they'd bullied, and they'd gotten pretty out of hand with one kid, surrounding him and kicking him while he sat on the ground covering his head. Once I got past my indignation and revenge fantasies, I just remember thinking what a waste it was: they'd been given an opportunity to go to a better school and they'd fucked it up acting stupid over stupid shit.
Last edited by kuraruka at 11:13 am, Sep 25 2008
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