Bullies
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
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( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
My mum told me to stand up to bullies. So I did, and got wedgied every day for a month. I hated my boss.
Suggested by Mariam67
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 12:27)
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I'm not overly proud of this one...
But at least I wasn't the bully, just one of the masses...
At my primary school, there was a kid who quite clearly wasn't all there, Wayne, he did stupid stuff when people asked him to, such as running round the playground with his pants down, and generally acted very dim.
Then, in about year 5 or 6, Mark arrived. Also not paricularly bright (which is an overstatement).
Rapidly, Wayne and Mark became arch-rivals for the crown of being the biggest (sorry for this) retard. They would fight constantly, egged on by the rest of us, who were, like most 9/10 year olds, baying for blood. It got so bad that I remember going on a school trip, and everyone telling Wayne to throw a rock at Mark, which, being an impressionable young lad, he did. He got Mark in the head, fortunately Mark wasn't seriously hurt, but to us, this was a great shame.
When we got back, even the dinner ladies were asking for the gossip as to who beat the shit out of who.
When we moved up to secondary school, it continued for a bit, until they both got moved to special schools, and people grew up a bit, and got bored of them, after all, now there were girls.
I feel so awful that the mob-mentality kicked in, and I was among those wanting to see these guys, from broken homes, and with serious mental problems fight to the death, but like most kids, I just tried to fit in with the pack.
I'm glad I got that off my chest, I look forward to reading about all the depressing stories people are about to post.
Toots for now!
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 13:47, 1 reply)
But at least I wasn't the bully, just one of the masses...
At my primary school, there was a kid who quite clearly wasn't all there, Wayne, he did stupid stuff when people asked him to, such as running round the playground with his pants down, and generally acted very dim.
Then, in about year 5 or 6, Mark arrived. Also not paricularly bright (which is an overstatement).
Rapidly, Wayne and Mark became arch-rivals for the crown of being the biggest (sorry for this) retard. They would fight constantly, egged on by the rest of us, who were, like most 9/10 year olds, baying for blood. It got so bad that I remember going on a school trip, and everyone telling Wayne to throw a rock at Mark, which, being an impressionable young lad, he did. He got Mark in the head, fortunately Mark wasn't seriously hurt, but to us, this was a great shame.
When we got back, even the dinner ladies were asking for the gossip as to who beat the shit out of who.
When we moved up to secondary school, it continued for a bit, until they both got moved to special schools, and people grew up a bit, and got bored of them, after all, now there were girls.
I feel so awful that the mob-mentality kicked in, and I was among those wanting to see these guys, from broken homes, and with serious mental problems fight to the death, but like most kids, I just tried to fit in with the pack.
I'm glad I got that off my chest, I look forward to reading about all the depressing stories people are about to post.
Toots for now!
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 13:47, 1 reply)
Same
I think this is quite common, the same thing happened at my school also. Funny thing is that one of them from my school is doing very well as a chef so no permanent damage.
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 13:56, closed)
I think this is quite common, the same thing happened at my school also. Funny thing is that one of them from my school is doing very well as a chef so no permanent damage.
( , Wed 13 May 2009, 13:56, closed)
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