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!

Damn.

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.

Jilli, that's awesome!

eta the post in press, though what your dad did was pretty awesome too.

I'm sorta amazed I didn't jump off my bike and beat the crap out of her

You'd have the advantage of wearing a helmet too.

Then there was the Duran Duran song Girls on Film that was oh so cleverly turned into WHALES on Film by a group of boys who would serenade me in the halls.

Bullying with a Duran Duran song. In my head, these kids must be something speical. Lame.

I remember one time in elementary school, in PE (which I HATED). We played dodge ball. I usually threw the ball so weak that it hardly passed to the other side of the court. That one day, a kid who was well aware of my physical ability taunted me when I got the ball (which of course, was a thing I tried to avoid at all costs). I tried not to put too much attention to him, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and threw the ball. I suddenly heard laughter, and I was sure it was on my account, as usual, so I opened my eyes to see what I managed to do this time. And what I saw was this kid, standing with his hands over his crotch, pain on his face, and all of the other kids pointed and laughed at him. Considering that he stood at the other side of his team's court and that I didn't aim at him to begin with, but just prayed that the ball would make it to their side of the court, it was a miracle. He ran away shortly afterward, crying. Nobody minded the next time in the game when I barely managed to throw the ball hard enough for it to the other side.