That's right. Teasing, taunting, and bullying create scars that never heal and memories that never fade. I know; I was a victim of it all through high school, and yes, I am still hurt by it, 27 years later. I don't think about it much anymore, but every now and then I will see one of them or their posts come through a Facebook message thread, and I wonder sometimes what, if anything, they think about those times that they got such a kick out of harrassing me in the halls and stuff on a daily basis.
So, to the kid who destoyed my science project on the bus that I worked so hard on for a week straight, and made it un-enterable and causing me to get a D in science, I remember you.
To the kid who knocked the pumpkin out of my hands after getting off the bus after just arriving back from an awesome field trip on a pumpkin farm, I remember you. I couldn't wait to get that pumpkin home so my grandmother could make me some of her famous homemade pumpkin pie that year. She promised me I could keep all the pies she could make out of one pumpkin all for myself if I brought her one. Luckily, I grew up on a farm and we had our own pumpkin patch, but you still ruined my day, because the pumpkin I picked was huge and I just know my grandma would've been so impressed.
And to all the girls who got a kick out of playing with my feelings and leading me on only to let me down, I remember you.
The name-callers, the teasers, the trip-ups in the hallways, the late night crank calls, the "knock the books out of the hands", I remember all of you; do you remember me? I wonder sometimes if you're sorry these days or if you even think about it, or if you're still the same redneck jock asshole you were back then. I believe that all people can change, though, and I can only hope that we all came out of high school better people.
I am pretty much over it now. I did have some of the best times ever with the few friends I was able to hold on to, but overall when I think back to high school, the first thing I flash on is how I was constantly teased and/or bullied for every little thing. Just because I opted out of sports (because my Dad said "No" everytime I wanted to sign up for sports), and joined the Chess Club, the Lighting & Stage Crew, played an instrument and joined the High School Band, the Computer Club, and the Videography classes, I was treated like a "geek, nerd, weirdo, freak boy, crazy kid". It wasn't all bad, though, when it did come time for picking teams, I wasn't the very last to be picked; only the second to last.
And most of the ones that didn't tease me or I still consider friends, are my Facebook friends today. I've seen a couple of "my bullies" on Facebook, but they shall remain nameless here, and I have not made an effort to contact them. There are still a few good friends I haven't found yet, but I might in time. Just think of it this way, we were much more prepared for the hard times because we already knew how to expect the worst. I don't regret it because of everything that happened, because we are the sum total of every moment in our life up to now, and I kinda like who I am now.
The best "Bully Lesson" I've ever read about. Teachers, USE THIS! This story is the inspiration and reason for this blog that came across Facebook:
"Paula, a teacher in New York was teaching her class one day about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp and stomp on it, and really have a good time messing it up, but without ripping it or tearing it. Then she had them smooth it out in front of them and to take a good look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it that they are sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to "smooth" things over with the paper, she pointed out all the scars that were left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it or what they told it. This is what happens when a child bully's another child, and they may say they're sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces on the children in the classroom told her the message hit home."
Thank you for reading, and please share this to help stop harrassment and bullying in your area. I think it is a wonderful way of teaching the lesson.
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