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 opening myself up for abuse here, but this is my being bullied story.
North Halifax Grammar School is a good school in a not so good area, the nearest school is The Ridings at the time the Worst School in England in all the papers etc.
My mother was a departmental head there.
A nasty kid from the Ridings (never knew his name) who knew who I was used to get off the bus on the way home where we both had to switch to a different service.
Every day he would push me into the wall, push me over, throw stones at me, whatever he decided. We were only about 12 so we couldn't really do each other any harm.
Being the good little spod I am, I told my Mum about it.
She told me to ignore him and that she would try and find out who it was and get him to stop.
It carried on for a week or so; the same routine.
Until another boy joined us on the bus, an older boy and not a very clever one by the look of his sloping head.
I was shitting myself, he was wearing a Ridings sixth form uniform and was probably the little thing's brother.
Quaking, I got off the bus with the two of them, whereupon the large Ridings lad says
'Are you Mr's W******'s lad?'
'y-y-yes' I reply
'Is Mark giving you trouble?' he asks
'y-y-yes' I reply
Mark was then picked up and presented to me as a prize.
I asked Mark politely to stop picking on me and he said sorry.
The sixthformer then walked me home and said to say hello to my Mum from Jamie (or whatever his name was, I forget)
Turns out my mum had asked her sixthform Literature group if anyone knew who was doing it and to tell her. One particularly impassioned but dim student had taken it a step further.
This will do little to dispel my image of having an Enid Blyton-esque moralistic adventure of a childhood.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 14:29, 15 replies)
North Halifax Grammar School is a good school in a not so good area, the nearest school is The Ridings at the time the Worst School in England in all the papers etc.
My mother was a departmental head there.
A nasty kid from the Ridings (never knew his name) who knew who I was used to get off the bus on the way home where we both had to switch to a different service.
Every day he would push me into the wall, push me over, throw stones at me, whatever he decided. We were only about 12 so we couldn't really do each other any harm.
Being the good little spod I am, I told my Mum about it.
She told me to ignore him and that she would try and find out who it was and get him to stop.
It carried on for a week or so; the same routine.
Until another boy joined us on the bus, an older boy and not a very clever one by the look of his sloping head.
I was shitting myself, he was wearing a Ridings sixth form uniform and was probably the little thing's brother.
Quaking, I got off the bus with the two of them, whereupon the large Ridings lad says
'Are you Mr's W******'s lad?'
'y-y-yes' I reply
'Is Mark giving you trouble?' he asks
'y-y-yes' I reply
Mark was then picked up and presented to me as a prize.
I asked Mark politely to stop picking on me and he said sorry.
The sixthformer then walked me home and said to say hello to my Mum from Jamie (or whatever his name was, I forget)
Turns out my mum had asked her sixthform Literature group if anyone knew who was doing it and to tell her. One particularly impassioned but dim student had taken it a step further.
This will do little to dispel my image of having an Enid Blyton-esque moralistic adventure of a childhood.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 14:29, 15 replies)
How much of it is lies then?
And when did you develop Aspergers?
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 14:30, closed)
And when did you develop Aspergers?
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 14:30, closed)
Not a Honda Accord in sight
2/10, needs more questionable violent retribution.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 14:32, closed)
2/10, needs more questionable violent retribution.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 14:32, closed)
well i liked it
it had the lack of a decent conclusion or punchline that is the hallmark of reality.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 15:05, closed)
it had the lack of a decent conclusion or punchline that is the hallmark of reality.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 15:05, closed)
Aww bless your mum
and the nice sixth former.
really doing nothing to dispel the myth
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 15:37, closed)
and the nice sixth former.
really doing nothing to dispel the myth
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 15:37, closed)
I either do true stories on here
or offensive reworkings of other people's lies.
There is no middle-ground.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 16:21, closed)
or offensive reworkings of other people's lies.
There is no middle-ground.
( , Fri 15 May 2009, 16:21, closed)
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