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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)
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I was bullied by my school teacher.
My primary school was a CLASP system-build school, outdated even then in the early eighties. One of the problems with these schools is the walls aren't strong enough to hold the weight of a traditional blackboard (this was the eighties, remember). This particular school solved this problem by mounting the blackboards on huge great fuck-off wooden a-frames which could be wheeled around.

Now, this one teacher took a *real* dislike to me. Right at that pivotal moment in your emotional development when you're working out how to sustain friendships, this teacher decided an example had to be made. I don't know why.

She elected to move this a-frame monstrosity into the corner of the room, leaving a triangular floor space behind it. She then put a single desk there, jammed tight into the right angle corner of the room, so there was just enough space for a single chair between it and the back side of the blackboard.

And I had to sit there. For two years; P4 and P5 I had to sit with my back to the rest of the class. I was not allowed to interact with them, let alone even look at them.

This turned me into the offical class gimp. Object of ridicule and not to be interacted with. I spent my days jumping up and down from my chair to peer round the side of the blackboard to copy down whatever the old hag had written up there. All the time being made fun of by the rest of the class. I spent the breaks completely isolated; left to wander round and round the school building perimeter while others actually got to play with each other. I was the lesson, the cross on the hill; lest "it happen to you."

Why did she do this? I really don't know. I do recall I was bored shitless in her classes and could do the work way faster than anyone else. Perhaps this was her way of keeping me in my place, who knows.

Come the parent-teacher evenings and I was made out to be a right little shit; a disrupting influence on the rest of the class. Depsite this, I was still excelling academically and this kept my parents happy. They didn't care about anything other than academic achievement and I think the teacher played on their weakness.

I do know I can't keep a friend because of this period. I was robbed of the opportunity to learn how to do that. I became a social leper because of it and the reputation hung around until I left home at 16 to move to another city 200 miles away to try to start again. It was then that the cold, hard reality of not having leart how to interact with other people hit home. And it rocked me to my core. I realised just what impact those two years had. And they continue to do so now.

So thank you, Mrs. Forester. I hope you're dead by now. Or if not, growing old and senile. This is my defining memory of my childhood and I hate you for it.
(, Wed 13 May 2009, 17:08, 5 replies)
Bloody hell....I really don't know what must have been going on there
But that sounded friggin awful school
(, Wed 13 May 2009, 17:13, closed)
What the blistering fuck?
The other stories are heartbreaking - but at least the evil shits in them are stupid kids who should know better but don't.

I don't usually swear, but Jesus H Fucking Christ on a Rubber Cross - that is seriously actionable.

Not reading any more now as I just want to destroy things - see you next week.
(, Wed 13 May 2009, 21:43, closed)
I was bullied by my school teacher.
What a bitch!!!!

Hope she is rotting in hell!
(, Wed 13 May 2009, 22:50, closed)
Christ on a cuntstick!
I've tried to retype this and make this sound more rational two or three times now, but...fuckit, I can't.
I would hunt that bitch down and give her a piece of my mind, and possibly several pieces of a beating with a big fucking stick. What the shuddering fuck did she think she was playing at?
(, Thu 14 May 2009, 15:05, closed)
There are lots of good Taechers out there, hard working sould who just want to help kids learn,


If you are a bullying piss dribble, a borderline psycho or a paedophile, then Teaching also is the job for you!

Some people deserve cancer.
(, Wed 20 May 2009, 2:10, closed)

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