posted November 22, 2010 11:00 AM            

Lucky for me I've never been bullied as a child. Not in primary school nor in high school.
Though last year the stranged thing happend at the office. I recieved an anonymous letter. Well it
wasn't a letter it was poem. The content was about me and very insulting. The lady who does the mail had
never seen such a thing and my manager (taurus moon cap) held my hand while reading it.
It must have been someone at the office who wrote this. What a coward. Still to this day I don't know who
it was, was it a he or a she (a nasty womans trick). It's all being so coward,that's what hit me the most about it.
And there is someone in the office looking me in the eyes while knowing he/she hurt me. So who can I trust? It's mixed emotions
while i'm getting along good with most of my collegues.

posted November 22, 2010 11:38 AM            

quote:

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Be the hero someone else needs.

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It is what life is about.

posted November 22, 2010 03:31 PM            

LOL.. I played soccer and one day at PE the little clique was on the other team and calling me names. I ended of pelting one of the meanest girls right in the face with the ball (I had an awesome kick).

I never resorted to bullying behavior and what I went through made me a better person.

posted November 22, 2010 03:52 PM            

I think us Saggies seem to be the target many times. My brother was also that way in elementary school until he stood up for himself as well. My dad always taught us to defend ourselves but I thought things would die down if given enough time. When that didn't work I realized there was only one way to stop it and it had to start with me.

I think what makes us the target is that we are normally passive as kids. By that I mean, we are more easy going and kind of move on when someone takes our toys or our space but then something clicks and all heck breaks loose in order to defend someone we see getting hurt or ourselves.

posted November 22, 2010 03:57 PM            

I would just continue to be nice to people, if I felt like it, and that helped in my first high school. I remember the girls actually starting to stick up for me against a girl who was a some-time friend; this happened after one of the lead girls had been kicked out of the group, and I'd made friends with her, so she remembered that when she was accepted back into the group. She was a nice surprise. But then we moved, yet again. I walked out, because they were trying to ruin me, and we moved over here six months later, where I chose to work at home, and avoid the high school drama.

I remember my mother telling me, when I was fifteen: "I wish I hadn't taught you to be nice; I wish I'd taught you to fight!"

posted November 22, 2010 05:30 PM            

I could see right through all the superficiality . I avoided their trends and labels and fitting into boxes like the plague . This seemed to make the popular group hesitate and I could see flashes of deeply rooted humiliation, nervousness , diffidence and vulnerability on their faces as their mask of confidence malfunctioned.

People are interesting to observe!

posted November 22, 2010 08:20 PM            

I also did a bit of bullying myself but I got humbled when I chose this very small but only about a year younger kid to pick on and found out size does not matter. I got my ass kicked.

posted November 22, 2010 08:49 PM            

As a very small child (like kindergarten age), being smart was uncool because I lived in an affluent, predominantly white area and was the only Black child in my class who was in the gifted classes. In hindsight, it was probably a racist area. I got made fun of for having hair that didn't bounce and for "tanning" too dark and retaliated by making fun of those who freckled in the sun.

Then my parents divorced and I lived with my grandmother for a year and moved across the country to a poor urban neighborhood and was the only gifted child in my grade, period. I was skipped a grade, pulled out of classes to go to special classes, and generally made a fuss over. It made me a target. I thought I was "better" than everybody else, etc. Cue schoolyard teasing, having my things stolen, being dared to do age-inappropriate things with boys to prove myself, etc.

Then my mother moved me to an affluent neighborhood where I spent the remainder of my childhood and adolescence, where I was again one of the only few gifted Black kids. I was accepted and popular with the whites but rejected by the Blacks for being too bourgeois and thinking I was better than them (again). I got called an "oreo" at events within the Black community but could never fully embrace the culture of my white friends because that would be a complete betrayal and rejection of my Black self.

posted November 22, 2010 09:09 PM            

It kind of all came out.