Life at the Bullytorium
All this chilly weather reminds me of the less than halcyon days that I spent in my local bullytorium (to some people these are known as ‘schools’).

I used to absolutely dread any sort of snowy weather because I always used to get pelted with snowballs. I was always bullied because of my glasses, my funny orthodontically treated teeth, my spotty and less than athletic physique, and my propensity to always get 100% in any test that I took.

To conclude, I was a formative and established bully’s wet dream. Indeed I used to encourage even normal non-bullies into bullying traineeships due to my unfortunate physical attributes (perhaps ‘distributes’ would be a better antonym to 'attributes'?)

So as the sort of young scrote that could even make St. Peter bellow obscenities and chase me to try to empty me in a bin, I tended to try to avoid outside life during breaks etc. However, the ‘classholes’ in charge used to force kids outside during snowy weather so we could all play and enjoy the joys to end all joys, snow.

To cut to the chase, I was once pelted by about 8 other kids who had all rather ingeniously and thoughtfully placed medium sized rocks inside snowballs. It was all somewhat synchronised and they all hit my face within about a second of each other. My glasses were smashed, my nose was broken, and my mouth was a twisted ruptured chasm of wrecked teeth and steel and plastic. Oh, and one of my earlobes was fucked.

I was taken via ambulance to the local hospital and after a few weeks was on the mend. Of course no one had seen anything and the chaps that did it had admitted to their various form room teachers that they possibly weren’t even in school on that day due to various lifestyle choices and other miscellaneous factors. Everyone including the teachers was quite prepared to sweep it all under the carpet. Except my parents. And except me.

I sung like a canary to the police.

As I had also taken pictures of all my injuries, I had some very good evidence against the bastards that had done it to me. The school were reluctant, but were cajoled by the police and my dad’s legal action into expelling the kids.

I then went to another school, and had a great time.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 15:59, 7 replies)

ow
just this morning i was relating my snowball phobia to a work mate, a result of some little shit at school throwing a rock-filled snow missile at my eye when I was but a nipper.

kids can be cunts though, eh.
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 16:02, closed)

Well done, my son!!!
Fucking hate bullies... My way of dealing with um was to befriend the biggest, scariest looking kid in the year (who was also usually as placid as a butterfly), and hide behind him. Usually worked. Good on you and your parents though - just goes to show, most teachers really never gave a flying fuck...
( SpankyHanky, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 16:06, closed)

good stuff
even a stupid kid should know that sticking a rock in a snowball and lobbing it at someone isn't a good idea.

you got assaulted and those fucks at your school wanted to sweep it under the carpet?

they should have been chucked out on their ears with the cunty pupils.
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 16:10, closed)

Nicely done
Schools are cunts for not wanting adverse publicity so it's easier to intimidate the victim into silence.

On the subject of little shits throwing snowballs - I got pelted while cycling home on the road last year. I nearly ended up under the wheels of a bus. I was so angry I leapt off the bike and went for the biggest of the miscreants with the aim of rubbing his face in the snow.

They scarpered.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Tue 3 Feb 2009, 17:55, closed)

I'm from South africa
We didn't have snow so we just used to throw rocks. We're all well 'ard.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 18:47, closed)

Well done you...
I'm a teacher, and I am disgusted both at what happnened to you and that your teachers and powers that be refused to do anything about it. I can't change what happened to you but I can assure you that I will never sweep bullying under the carpet. That's a promise.
(resurrection_mary cannibal_ferox, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 21:42, closed)

Thanks dude
It's nice to know that there are some quality, humane teachers around :-)
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Tue 3 Feb 2009, 22:54, closed)