Stripped and chased around the neighborhood.
Tackled and had grass shoved in my pants by a group of kids.
My former best friend (school best friend, my other best friend went to a different school and my others I would get later) and another old friend started to bully me in 4th grade and would pester me after that.
Bullied by a guy in woodshop in eight grade, stood up to him after a few months instead of just ignoring him by throwing wood glue on his jacket and standing up to fight.
He punched me in the back of the head on my way out of the classroom after the bell rang as soon as I stepped into the hallway and fell face first onto the pavement just as everyone flooded it and soon the entire hall was laughing at me (and I was feeling pretty happy/good about myself right before that), he had a drug induced seizure later one and I shamefully briefly felt good about that, forgave him in eleventh grade when he apologized.
I would always stand up for other people when they were bullied, I remember in eight grade there being this kid no one wanted to talk to and I assumed they were just being mean to him so I invited him to talk to us but my friends told me he was the worst and I didn't believe them so I let him come and he did end up being the worst in many many ways.
I met his little brother when I was a junior and he was a freshman, saw he was being quiet and awkward and introduced myself to him holding my hand out for a handshake and all he did was stare at me.
And I saw someone else getting bullied once and stood up for him but then I got chased around campus (I think this was seventh grade).
Kids are the worst.
Tackled and had grass shoved in my pants by a group of kids.
My former best friend (school best friend, my other best friend went to a different school and my others I would get later) and another old friend started to bully me in 4th grade and would pester me after that.
Bullied by a guy in woodshop in eight grade, stood up to him after a few months instead of just ignoring him by throwing wood glue on his jacket and standing up to fight.
He punched me in the back of the head on my way out of the classroom after the bell rang as soon as I stepped into the hallway and fell face first onto the pavement just as everyone flooded it and soon the entire hall was laughing at me (and I was feeling pretty happy/good about myself right before that), he had a drug induced seizure later one and I shamefully briefly felt good about that, forgave him in eleventh grade when he apologized.
I would always stand up for other people when they were bullied, I remember in eight grade there being this kid no one wanted to talk to and I assumed they were just being mean to him so I invited him to talk to us but my friends told me he was the worst and I didn't believe them so I let him come and he did end up being the worst in many many ways.
I met his little brother when I was a junior and he was a freshman, saw he was being quiet and awkward and introduced myself to him holding my hand out for a handshake and all he did was stare at me.
And I saw someone else getting bullied once and stood up for him but then I got chased around campus (I think this was seventh grade).
Kids are the worst.