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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Bullying Teacher…..Bah
I was never one of the cool kids at school and never really got any grief like the rest of the replies. So until i can think of any bad puns, movie references or traumatic incidents I have blocked from my mind this entry comes from my other half C and her cousin, R.
My wife and all her family went to a local catholic school where things were very religious (As in they had a couple of nuns teaching lessons in RE etc etc). One of the non servant of god teachers Miss Passman (Name not changed) was a tad demented. She would single out certain pupils and make it her job to make her lessons a living hell for the poor individual. Her victims were usually the easy targets such as the timid girl in the class who would burst into tears as soon as Passman called her a dirty little cow for dying her hair, wearing jewellery etc etc.
Then one day she chose to pick on R. R is a great bloke and has always been a bit on the tall side, not scrawny either. The problem is that (during the time at school anyway) he was a little timid and would not stick up for himself when challenged by an authority figure.
Mid way through his first day at school he had a lesson with Miss Passman. Upon entering the room the harpy teaching the lesson realised that R had a wart on his finger, and being the sensitive soul that she was she decided to point it out to the rest of the class by waving her arms manically and yelling at the top of her lungs that R was filthy, dirty little boy etc etc until R left the room, visibly upset.
While Miss Passman went back to add a sticker to her chart of pupils she has beaten down emotionally, out in the corridor R bumped into C (My guess is C was off for a sly smoke at the time). C saw that R was upset and he told the entire story to her and C snapped, while C was one of the popular kids at school she hated bullies.
She burst into the lesson and gave Miss Passman a full on bollocking in front of the class, mentioning the fact that Passman should pick on people her own size instead of her little cousin (Despite the fact that R was a good foot taller than C).
One of the teachers in the neighbouring classes heard the commotion and realising it was someone else’s voice other than Miss Passman came to investigate. When the said teacher came to the room he found a very pissed off C stood at the front of the class and a very scared looking Miss Passman attempting to hide under her desk (Maybe she had an escape tunnel under there).
C left the room with a final line to leave her cousin alone and the incident was never brought up again (Although Passman stayed well away from the whole of my wifes family throughout the rest of their school lives)
Bullies- no matter what form they come in, they don’t like it when the boot is on the other foot.
( , Thu 14 May 2009, 11:12, Reply)
I was never one of the cool kids at school and never really got any grief like the rest of the replies. So until i can think of any bad puns, movie references or traumatic incidents I have blocked from my mind this entry comes from my other half C and her cousin, R.
My wife and all her family went to a local catholic school where things were very religious (As in they had a couple of nuns teaching lessons in RE etc etc). One of the non servant of god teachers Miss Passman (Name not changed) was a tad demented. She would single out certain pupils and make it her job to make her lessons a living hell for the poor individual. Her victims were usually the easy targets such as the timid girl in the class who would burst into tears as soon as Passman called her a dirty little cow for dying her hair, wearing jewellery etc etc.
Then one day she chose to pick on R. R is a great bloke and has always been a bit on the tall side, not scrawny either. The problem is that (during the time at school anyway) he was a little timid and would not stick up for himself when challenged by an authority figure.
Mid way through his first day at school he had a lesson with Miss Passman. Upon entering the room the harpy teaching the lesson realised that R had a wart on his finger, and being the sensitive soul that she was she decided to point it out to the rest of the class by waving her arms manically and yelling at the top of her lungs that R was filthy, dirty little boy etc etc until R left the room, visibly upset.
While Miss Passman went back to add a sticker to her chart of pupils she has beaten down emotionally, out in the corridor R bumped into C (My guess is C was off for a sly smoke at the time). C saw that R was upset and he told the entire story to her and C snapped, while C was one of the popular kids at school she hated bullies.
She burst into the lesson and gave Miss Passman a full on bollocking in front of the class, mentioning the fact that Passman should pick on people her own size instead of her little cousin (Despite the fact that R was a good foot taller than C).
One of the teachers in the neighbouring classes heard the commotion and realising it was someone else’s voice other than Miss Passman came to investigate. When the said teacher came to the room he found a very pissed off C stood at the front of the class and a very scared looking Miss Passman attempting to hide under her desk (Maybe she had an escape tunnel under there).
C left the room with a final line to leave her cousin alone and the incident was never brought up again (Although Passman stayed well away from the whole of my wifes family throughout the rest of their school lives)
Bullies- no matter what form they come in, they don’t like it when the boot is on the other foot.
( , Thu 14 May 2009, 11:12, Reply)
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