Do you remember your bully in school? Or where you the bully in school?

How did you deal with a bully in high school?

The school bully (s) ended up being my best friends. Even though I'm not overly tough, that the combination of playing on the same sports teams, and being able to make them laugh at school, I ended up hanging with the tough crowd and never had much trouble at school

You are lucky.
I know some kids that had alot of trouble with bullies. I remember my sister coming home from school crying because kids use to call her names. She was a bit darker then any other kid in school so she was called alot of names. It would break my heart but i wanted her to stick up for herself. I was the oldest so i finally stood up for her. I beat up the kid that made fun of her and her older sister.

I think kids now a days are meaner then they were back when i was a kid.
They are heartless.

My mother always taught me to "turn the other cheek", which let's face it, even in our day it was pretty bad advice. I don't condone violence as a way of getting what you want, but the only way to deal with bullies is to stand up to them. I do now, but back at school I let them walk over me. I teach my kids to stand up to bullies. It's just a pity that sometimes the school system punishes kids when they do. :mad:

I do remember one bully who I accidentally injured in a rough game that was being played at lunch time. He treated me with respect after that and we actually became friends.

I had trouble with a group of bullies in grade school, but by High School they had moved on to cornering girls at parties (4 on 1, no less). Most bullies are cowards. Those who aren't become bullies to show the world that they won't take any guff.

My sister had a horrible time in high school. Her teeth were extremely crooked, and she had extra teeth. They harrassed her so bad she couldn't concentrate and ended up failing 10th grade - - then my dad finally got the point and allowed her to drop out.

I hate ta admit it, but I was the bully in my school. Not one o'them big aggressive types, tho. I was the sullen one that lashed out at whatever brassed me off. An manys the time I took advantage o'younger kids who was terrified of me. :( Lookin back on it now, I wish I could apologise ta all those people - wasn't til a lot later that I realised th'emotional damage bullies inflict.

I remember a girl who bullied me in Jr. High. She was awful. Her name was Liz. I had just moved to the town and didn't know many people. She made fun of me in class everyday. I totally knew what it felt like to be the outcast. I absolutely dreaded it. I swore to myself from that day on to try to be understanding and kind to people. Even her! :argh:

I picked on all thru junior high :(
As in HS, I was only picked on once, in my freshman year and got into an all drag out fight ... after that... no one ever bother me or my friends, who I was older than :D As for picking on anyone, I didn't unless you ticked me off... I gave those people such a brutal tongue lashing :p :lol:

I never had a bully in high school, but in the third grade there was a sixth grader named Kenny Belson who would terrorize us daily. One day I had enough and kicked the snot out of him, he never bothered us again.....

Oh School Daze memories! oh how I love these threads Milani!

Ok this is a true story of my school yard stand against one of the bullys from School it's kind of funny in a way. He was Polish, built like a Sherman Tank, and was equiped with a seek and destroy mentality. I got on his bad side one day and the word was out that he was going to 'smash my face in' - naturally I was pooing my pants in fear, but I knew I had to stand up to him to gain respect from my peers.
I wasn't going to take him on without some sort of protection - for I had never been in a fight and had no experience until then and he was twice the size of me!
Time was running out and in great desperation I finally got an idea for some 'protection' - I removed both my trainers and placed a rock in the toe end in each one, then pulled the laces tight and hung on to them by the long laces - as this guy approached, I suddenly went berzerk :fight: and swung the shoes in an orbital fashion like some wild Nike ninja! :mad: the bully couldn't get close and when his fists swiped they got struck quite heavily by my 'weighted' trainers - I knew I couldn't keep it up forever so in an instant, i stopped swinging the shoes, rushed towards him and pushed him as furiously and as hard as I could, which caught him off balance and brought him crashing down and as he did, I saw the ground strike the back of his head, and with that I grabbed my trainers and ran away as fast as I could.
The next day I was pretty much the talk of the School and as for the Bully? we actually became friends believe it or not :)

Sure, I remember a bully. Must have been the third grade. His name was Ray (I remember his last name also, but I won't post it). Anyway, I had just moved to Turkey and he immediately started in on me. I think I put up with it for a couple of days, being the new kid and all, I figured it was just the usual hazing. Finally though, I got tired of it and told him to stop. That's when he pulled a Cartman and kicked me in the jewels. We fought for a bit and once it was over, he never messed with me again and actually became my best friend while I lived there.

I was never really bullied at school, rather taunted by the *bitchy girls*! :irked: :rant: Like they were all that and I was scum. And it was only them that teased me about my weight. The boys on the other hand wouldn't dare...:mwaha: I came in handy you see...:yesnod: ;)

Caligula's best victories:

1) Grade 2- a student who had failed twice and much bigger than the rest of us charged me in the classroom, I jumped out of the way, tripped him and he smashed his head on the metal chalkboard holder, dark colored blood was spewing out everywhere, he needed stitches. The class was freaking out as you usaully don't see blood. They actually called my father on that one, he asked if i started it, they said no, then he asked why they were calling him

2) Grade 3- last day of school, I knew I wouldn't see a tough kid over the summer, so I walked up and suckerpunched him and jumped on him and kept pummelling until the teachers broke it up. They made us stay outside all morning until everyone got their report cards and said we weren't gonna get ours. Of course we got them

3) Junior high hockey- some monster they had nicknamed the executioner (cause he had two handed his stick over someone's head liek an executioner swinging an axe ) attacked me, by all accounts he should have destroyed me, but fortunately he got a cramp in his thigh and fell to one knee..... then it was lights out baby, like a weasel i smelled blood and went for the kill ...hahaha

3 worst defeats-

1) high school age- we were all drinking, i got mouthy and started insulting and making comments about an older guy who i never liked ( I didn't think he heard me, but he did). After a while he got tired of me, aplogiged to everyone at the party for what he was about to do, and then beat the living shit out of me... i played possum after a while but that didn't help... I did deserve it and man was i ever massacred

2) grade 6- middle eastern convience store owner, 50 years old,surprised me when i walked into his store with a headlock and a punch to the face. (I had forgotten a couple days earlier i had given him the finger and swore at him... he hadn't forgot. sort of frightening being attacked by an adult , thats not supposed to happen

1) grade 6-7 aprrox- we used to get forced to play some game, where a group of older kids would get all stoned up or wasted , give us a 10 minute lead then come looking for us i nthe woods and if they caught us they would beat us with sticks. ( doesn't sound that fun now) but then it was exhillerating until you got caught. Well I got caught, and beaten by about 3 of them with sticks felt like an eternity, i had bruises all over me, even felt like my face had swelled up to teice it's normal size

I never thought about bully stories before but now that I think of it there are a couple.

I cannot recall a single episode where I bullied anyone. But memory can be hazy obviously. But I have zero tolerance for bullying.

Kildare, Ireland. A kid in my year (we would have been about 10) was picking on my brother a bit. Boxed his lights out. Well, as much as any 10 year old can do. :)

Toronto, Canada. Would have been Grade 10 or 11. We had this kid in our math class who had been pushed up a year for this subject. Smart young guy. A bit nerdy. One of the "cool" guys decided to pick on him and threw his books out the window before the teacher showed up. I told the kid not to be intimidated and he should get up and throw the bully's books out the window. Being timid he refused. So I did it. Fight ensued that everyone broke up in no time. We met outside on the Friday and he took one swing at me and missed. Grabbed him in a head lock and rammed his face into a fence till he gave up. We actually all got along pretty well after that. Most fights seem to clear the air instead of prolonging things.

Funny, I believe I am one of the most easy-going and non-violent people around. But seeing people bullied really ticks me off. And I agree with Reck, there is nothing bullies understand better than a swift kick in the ass. :D

I was bullied pretty much throughout elementary school and junior high. Where I got it worst was on the bus ride to school. I hated taking the bus to school in the worst way. I sat in the seat behind the bus driver just so I'd be left alone for the ride to and from school. I remember the name of every kid that picked on me too. It got much better as I went through school and these nasty b*stards either quit school or graduated, since they were all older than I was.

As for being a bully, I only took care of the bullies who picked on my little brother. I don't call that being a bully, though. I call it being a protective big sister. He was MINE to pick on, no one else's! Kidding! :D

Until about fifth grade when I changed schools for the first time I was the bully. :D I even drew blood once. I wish I could be the bully again, it's better than being picked on.

Now since fifth grade I've been bullied by so many people. In seventh grade my bully was so evil that my dad almost filed for sexual harrassment.

In high school I just tell them "**** OFF!" or "PISS OFF!" :D

Originally posted by Rhelawen
It got much better as I went through school and these nasty b*stards either quit school or graduated, since they were all older than I was.


That's usually the case, most bullies (in my experience) seem to end up as school drop outs, which sort of serves them right really. In my last year as high school I got on well with everyone in my year.

Thank you all for those stories I read each one :eek:
Isn't amazing how some of us can remember the bullies names?
I know it is just a part of growing up but I wish my son didn't have to go through the pain.
It makes me wonder what kind of parents these bullies have.

My kids would never bully anyone it is not in their nature.

Originally posted by Milani

Isn't amazing how some of us can remember the bullies names?


You want the names huh? :lol:

In 5th to 7th grade it was this kid Michael and then after I changed schools it was Nick...and here...it's pretty much all the boys in the sophomore class. :(

One thing I like about my passion for writing is that I can take bullies and put them into my stories. One bully in particular, I've been writing about for years. He's the comic relief character who is made out to be a bumbling moron (All though I don't use his actual name!). I've also used others as the bad guys who always get their their just-desserts in the end. :lol: It's one way of getting revenge on them after all this time!

Originally posted by Shortie Blonde


You want the names huh? :lol:

In 5th to 7th grade it was this kid Michael and then after I changed schools it was Nick...and here...it's pretty much all the boys in the sophomore class. :(

That's Karma Shortie.....you were the bully, now what comes around goes around. Don't worry, it will pass...

I never got picked on by bullies or did the bullying. I got along with all the cliques. I was into football so the jocks liked me, I was a headbanger so that group liked me, and I got straight A's in school so the nerds liked me. I used my "middle of the roadness" to talk bullies out of picking on kids, so the "victims" liked me also. Made for a nice smooth school career. :D

Originally posted by Milani
It makes me wonder what kind of parents these bullies have.

Ain't nothin to do with the parents in most cases, pet. Most bullies ain't bullies at home. Somewhere along the line, a potential bully realises that, for whatever reason, other kids are nervous an afraid round him. That's where it starts, I think. My mum was a bloody saint, but she was a single parent. I resented like hell me father leavin us, an me mother havin ta work like a dog - an I learned ta take out me frustrations on other people.

Now mind ya, I -ain't- defendin bullyin, cause it's always wrong. But it ain't always the parents fault. My mum tried ta raise me right, an teach me respect. Alot o'the time, I think I broke her heart. Sometimes, no matter what ya do - your kids just don't turn out ta be the people ya want em to be.

You do have a point True Rebel.

But I just always thought that the reason children act out is because of their conditions at home.

I have known some bullies at school and when I would go over to their homes the parents were always picking on them.. calling them useless and always yelling at them.
I guess it just all depends.

I find myself now being a bully at work.. :eek: I hate spineless people.. they should all feel my wrath..
:laugh:


J/k

From what I understand, (All though this is obviously not true in all cases) that a lot of bullies come from abusive backgrounds themselves.

I wonder Rebel whether not having a good male role-model in your life at home contributed in some ways to your behavior at school.

Originally posted by Milani
But I just always thought that the reason children act out is because of their conditions at home.

Originally posted by Recker
From what I understand, (All though this is obviously not true in all cases) that a lot of bullies come from abusive backgrounds themselves. I wonder Rebel whether not having a good male role-model in your life at home contributed in some ways to your behavior at school.

Lookin back now - I'd say me father's leavin is responsible for a lot o'the problems I had (an in some cases, still have). My father, at the best times, wasn't a good man. When he wasn't too busy workin, gamblin, or cheatin on my mum - he was home bitchin bout everythin we "made him do". When he finally gambled us into bankruptcy an took off, that was th'lowest point for me. I think me mum was somewhat relieved in a way - him bein gone an not causin us any more pain - an I sorta resented that too. But for a long time, I had ta be "the man" round th'house. An that was hard, cause me father had already drilled into me that I'd never be a "real man".

So yea. I guess there was some abuse goin on there, but it didn't really affect my behaviour til long after th'fact. My mum - she was kind, an supportive, an lovin. She tried ta teach us the right an urged us away from the wrong. But she depended on me too. My first forays into crime were really all for her, twisted as that sounds. I just didn't want ta see her workin her life away so hard. But like a good mum - when she figured out where me money was comin from, she wouldn't take it anymore.

I dunno for certain if havin a good male role model woulda prevented all that - but maybe it woulda made things a bit easier. Taken th'pressure off a little. Cause that's really why I was a bully, I guess. To vent off on other people cause I couldn't hold it in any more. A sorta sick "If I'm hurtin, yer gonna hurt more" mentality.

An right now - thinkin back on my father an his sayin I'd never be a "real man" - if he was what a "real man" s'posed ta be, I'm bloody glad I ain't one.

I feel like i need to give you a hug True Rebel it sounds like you had a hard life.. and no child should go through that.

This really makes me wonder how my kids will turn out.. they have never had a male figure in their lives because their father lives so far away. I have raised them on my own.

I made sure that even though their father wasn't around I would fill that void somehow.
I am sure your mother was very supportive of you True.. it sounds like she was.. but every boy needs his father around. It sounds like you were very angry with your father.. are you still?

Originally posted by Milani
It sounds like you were very angry with your father.. are you still?

I'd like ta say I'm not. But I am. For so many things. He's dead now, an I really thought that'd be the end o'that. But it ain't. I'd still like ta beat th'crap outta him for every bloody miserable thing he ever put me thru or made me think bout myself. An maybe that won't ever go away. Don't know. Xandra says I've gotta learn ta forgive him if I'm ever gonna complete forgivin myself - but honestly? I dunno if I can.

Bout your kids - if yer Ex is even a halfway decent man, I wouldn't worry bout em turnin out like me. I think if he loves em, an lets em know it - even if he is far away - they won't have too much resentment goin on.

Their father lets them know he loves them and my fiance tells them all the time.. I guess that is why they are not "bad boys" because they see the love all the time.
I came from a disfunctional home and I didn't turn out okay. I think all of our problems in life comes from the way we were raised.
For instance I didn't have a father.. and that is why I have always been searching for a male figure. I searched by going through men after men after men.

I have to disagree about our problems coming from the way we were raised.

It's understandable that it becomes a shadow in your life, after all you childhood will always be with you. What happen in that period of time will always effect you. But after a certain point and time in your life, you stop being the product of your 'rents and become the finshed product of your own design.

Your childhood is another piece of the puzzle that makes you as a person.

There's an old Spanish saying on this:
"Uno es arquitecto de su propio destino." Which means that we are the architect of our own destiny

:ghug: Rebel :ghug:

<hugs Rebel> :D

Originally posted by Tydestra
I have to disagree about our problems coming from the way we were raised. It's understandable that it becomes a shadow in your life, after all you childhood will always be with you. What happen in that period of time will always effect you. But after a certain point and time in your life, you stop being the product of your 'rents and become the finshed product of your own design.

:ghug: Rebel :ghug:

I gotta agree with Ty. Tho my problems started with me father, it was -me-, an me alone that chose the path I took after that. I didn't become a mirror o'my father's sins, I invented all new ones. An I like ta think that at this point in me life, I've aquired a few virtues that he -never- had. My childhood, my youth, my adulthood - everythin I've done an everythin I continue ta do shapes who I am, an who I'm becomin. I don't have ta be like my father. An even if I'm never quite the man mum hoped for, I'm tryin now ta be the best man I -can- be. I don't have ta live my life in th'shadow of a dead man. It took me awhile an a lot o'pain ta learn that, but it was a lesson worth learnin.

Originally posted by True Rebel
Xandra says I've gotta learn ta forgive him if I'm ever gonna complete forgivin myself - but honestly? I dunno if I can.

You CAN. I believe in you. Remember that? I believe.

I dealt with a few bullies in my day. They don't mess with me to much(when I was in school). The only fight I had was in third grade. I was in the bathroom and I was washing my hands. I then was being soaked by two kids flicking water at me. my glasses got wet. I was steamed because I couldn't wash them very well at the time. They were a bunch of 5th graders. they were two grades ahead of me. I took one of the bullies arm and I swung him around 3 times, and slammed him into the wall, I went for the other one but he got away. I am a very peaceful guy, but if you pick on me, someone I am friends with, or just trying to be a "donkey" I will tell you to stop. If they don't stop by my warning They usually stop afterwards.

Bullies are usually cowards.