I am a chubby ginger nerd, not gay, but fairly camp
I don't like sports, and was sent to an all-boys secondary school.

The bullies could smell me from miles away.

My entire school life was a misery. I was beaten, tortured, abuse was hurled at me from every direction, I was once bottled in the street for being ginger.

My mother called the school, who asked me who the bullies were, gave them one stinking detention (and let's face it, these kids probably had one every day anyway) which just fuelled the beatings, and my father did nothing as, apparantly, having your face rubbed in mud builds character.

I went the sensible route of telling people, the stupid route of attempted suicide, even the useless route of acting all friendly to your attackers, but nothing worked.

One day, when I was 16, I got pulled out of school early because my nan had died. In the time it took my mum to pick me up, and drive me home, my dog had also died.

The next day, I arrived at the school gate with a note for my form tutor explaining what had happened, and just asking to keep an eye on me if I got upset all of a sudden.
It was taken out of my pocket by a big fucker called David. He was one of those kids who must have hit puberty around 4 years old, and had a full beard before anyone else had pubes.
He read the note to his friends, ripped it up, and began to tell a delightful story about him having sex with my grandmother's corpse.

I know it is a cliché, but I realy don't remember much of what happened, as it was all a bit of a blur. All I know is that when I was found by the fence in the foetal position, all of David's 'friends' had abandoned him, and he was lying face down by the kerb, screaming, attempting to gather up his teeth.

It slowly came out as the school investigated it that I had literally jumped at him, onto his back, and hit him until he had fallen to the ground, then smashed his head against the floor.

I was about to be expelled when my favourite teacher of all time, Mr Wallace, who had, on many occasions councilled me through problems, and who I still consider a friend today, called attention to a folder.
In true 'Miracle on 34th St' fashion, it was emptied onto the head's desk. It contained no less than 100 sheets of paper, each of them chronicalling a bullying/attack incident against me over the course of around 5 years. The bottling to the head, my bag being set alight, being force-fed insects, they were all there, and nobody had done a fucking thing to help me except Mr Wallace, who saved my life.

I make no apoligies for length, but probably should for coming across as a mental-case.
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Mon 18 May 2009, 0:35, 12 replies)

Good show
by yourself and Mr. Wallace.
(muzzvsworld, Mon 18 May 2009, 0:41, closed)

Thankyou :)
I have found out over the past few years that pretty much every other kid who was bullied went to Mr Wallace to talk it over, get advice, just be listened to.
He really was one of those special teachers who very rarely come along, but unfortunately quit the school after money was taken from Drama (without him even being informed) and pumped into P.E., the most pointless class of all time.
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Mon 18 May 2009, 1:00, closed)

*click*
*click* *click* *click* *click* *click* ...
It's another one of those occasions where "I like this" isn't the appropriate term, but you know what I mean...
(idle insomniac enjoys listening to Sigur Rós at stupid hours, Mon 18 May 2009, 1:56, closed)

Every needs a Mr Wallace
I'm glad you had one. *clicky*
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Mon 18 May 2009, 8:20, closed)

*Clickety click click click*
Good for you AND Mr. Wallace. It seems to me that this DAVID arsehole met his GOLIATH on that day, eh? :-)
(Stashie is plotting against his blender on, Mon 18 May 2009, 10:17, closed)

I bet you have a character the size of small country now : )
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( girlinthehole, Mon 18 May 2009, 10:18, closed)

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character cock
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Mon 18 May 2009, 10:36, closed)

Clicky for nostalgia
There's a Mr Wallace at every school (or there should be).
(theneet began to cut her hair and long for balls, Mon 18 May 2009, 13:17, closed)

star
I didn't have a Mr Wallace at secondary school and just kept getting the crap kicked out of me... Fuck me at the next school they put the two biggest bullies in my form... However this school did not tolerate bullying...

Contrary to popular belief getting a good kicking does not build character... What utter bollocks...

I am a strong character now but that's because I learned to believe in myself... Not because I got punched a lot...
(acerboyz, Mon 18 May 2009, 13:37, closed)

Clickies
You fucking legend.. and a big hip hip hooray to Mr Wallace too.
(InkyFingers, Mon 18 May 2009, 14:10, closed)

THANKYOU
Thankyou to everyone who has commented, it means a lot :)
(bobman500 enjoys a grope as much as the next fella, Mon 18 May 2009, 14:42, closed)

Top post
matey - have a click from moi.
( SpankyHanky, Tue 19 May 2009, 11:31, closed)