The Weird Kid In Class
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
There was a kid in my class who stood up every day and told everyone he had new shoes. This went on for weeks, and we all thought him nuts. Then, one day, he stood up and told us a long story about why his family were moving to another part of the country, and how excited he was. The next thing we heard was that he'd died in a plane crash.
Let's hear about the weird kid in your class...
( , Fri 19 Jan 2007, 10:18)
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I was a bully
I have ALWAYS regretted the way I treated this girl and wish I could have a chance to say sorry.
There wasn't even anything about her that was particularly different or Bully-Worthy, but for some reason me and 3 other girls had singled her out for persecution.
We had to wear these silly little pleated skirts and our preferred method of humiliation was to corner her at the bustop across the road from school and rip her skirt off.
The poor girl had to cross the road in her knickers, crying, with all the cars honking their horns at her, to the middle of the field to where we had abandoned her skirt.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't such an insecure, power hungry megalomaniac, more concerned with being in the A crowd than other's feelings. If someone did that to my kid I'd rip their face off. Okay - maybe I still have issues...
( , Thu 25 Jan 2007, 15:26, Reply)
I have ALWAYS regretted the way I treated this girl and wish I could have a chance to say sorry.
There wasn't even anything about her that was particularly different or Bully-Worthy, but for some reason me and 3 other girls had singled her out for persecution.
We had to wear these silly little pleated skirts and our preferred method of humiliation was to corner her at the bustop across the road from school and rip her skirt off.
The poor girl had to cross the road in her knickers, crying, with all the cars honking their horns at her, to the middle of the field to where we had abandoned her skirt.
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't such an insecure, power hungry megalomaniac, more concerned with being in the A crowd than other's feelings. If someone did that to my kid I'd rip their face off. Okay - maybe I still have issues...
( , Thu 25 Jan 2007, 15:26, Reply)
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