When your classmates are worried that you're researching how to turn them into frogs and that you just might succeed, they treat you surprisingly well.
Heh. I was either in a book, hanging out with my sister's friends, or trying to find a good excuse to hit someone. It wasn't the sort of not fitting in that was fun to persecute.
I wish I had been more tapped into the zeitgeist. It occurs to me that slapping around the most popular guy in school might have had ramifications, but I wasn't paying any attention. 15 years later, we did get a good flirt on, and I decided he was marriage-worthy material, but my mother declined to arrange the hookup. Damn. I like a man who doesn't hold me hitting him against him, considering he deserved it.
By the time I got to England, I was the chick most likely to hit people, so there was that. But we had a real weird year, with very little social pressure. Huge bunch of weirdos, one way or another.
If I was bullied, I've erased a lot of it from my memory. I know there were some incidents, especially on the bus (lord, god, the bus). Most of any sexual innuendo went right over my head because I was remarkably naive kid for a very long time, so I had no idea why guys were leering and making gestures. True utter obliviousness is very handy. I was very busty early on as well, but it was my mother's fixation on that matter that was more distressing than anything any boys did.
I still remember in elementary school being told I smelled like fried corn. I don't really know what what was supposed to mean, really, but it sounded bad at the time. I was never physically bullied that I recall, and I can't remember too many specific instances of truly being picked on, but I'm sure I was. I wouldn't be a proper nerd if I hadn't been.
I remember this guy in high school. One of the "big macho, not very much into school" types. For some weird reason (again - my high school was heaven - but we were still 240 teenagers in a boarding school in the middle of no where), he protected me - and he was the so called "worst of all" of the bullying types. Anyhow, if someone would look at me in a way he didn't approve, he'd trash him down. He didn't like me, and actually wasn't aware of what he was doing. I think he just wanted to be in control of what's going on, and somehow, talking down on me was out of his scales. I wrote him a big thank you for this in his yearbook, and for him, it came out of no where. I got back a "Hi Shir. it it really very cool, what you wrote me. Not sure I have anything more to add. Good luck!". I knew he talked down others at times, but I'm still fond of him because of how he made sure I won't be talked down on (too much) in his presence (my grammar doesn't work here for some reason, but I can't phrase it better at the moment. Oh well).
Oh! Today is 9/02/10. Celebrate West Beverly High!
I wouldn't be a proper nerd if I hadn't been.
Oh man, I'm not a proper nerd. My only bullying incidents were isolated older kids being dicks where I randomly happened to be the little kid in the area.
If you haven't been shoved into a locker, Gud, you aren't the real deal.
Oh! Today is 9/02/10. Celebrate West Beverly High!
ita, you are such a fangirl!
Howdy.
I wasn't bullied much but I was ostracized. Not for any particular thing. It was just always hard to make friends and I was the kid eating lunch by themselves through most of my schooling, right through college.
I'm lucky I was the tallest kid in the class by early grammar school. Few people messed with me because I was tall and strong and could probably whip their asses. I didn't bully others, in general. Although I'm ashamed I didn't do enough about some of the name calling that went on around me.
The one tormentor I had was a girl I didn't even know. I was sent to a private girls high school a couple miles away and rode my bike to get there. My mom forced me to wear a helmet back when NOBODY wore helmets. A girl presumably on her way to the public school would see me every day in my uniform and Bell helmet. She'd give me shit every day. I'm sorta amazed I didn't jump off my bike and beat the crap out of her but she was black and I think I didn't want people to think I was beating her up for her race rather than her behavior. The verbal abuse from her went on all year.
