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School bullies many years later.

Just to lighten things up a bit here's a story about my oldest grandaughter. The school districts in my area are supposed to have a zero tolerance policy towards bullying but from my observations that policy doesn't really kick in until middle school. So...my grandaughter, Taylor, who was eleven at the time (12 now) was walking past the major bully in her school and the kid tripped her and said "What's wrong Taylor, did you trip on your dick?" Tay simply got up and kneed him in the balls, the teacher came and took them both to the principal. The boy had been punished over and over for bullying and ended up in TAPS which is a school that is the last stop before Juvenile Hall (kid prison) Tay ended up with in school detention. What was funny is that the report the principal sent home stated "Taylor kicked Bobby because he accused her of tripping on her dick." The whole family got a laugh out of that.
 
H.C., the worst bully in an early-80s middle-class Houston suburb, is now an insurance salesman who owns and operates his father's business.

Looks like he escaped the "bully's curse". I forgave him in my own heart years ago, and I have no desire to speak with or contact him.
 
Audible Click said:
Just to lighten things up a bit here's a story about my oldest grandaughter. The school districts in my area are supposed to have a zero tolerance policy towards bullying but from my observations that policy doesn't really kick in until middle school. So...my grandaughter, Taylor, who was eleven at the time (12 now) was walking past the major bully in her school and the kid tripped her and said "What's wrong Taylor, did you trip on your dick?" Tay simply got up and kneed him in the balls, the teacher came and took them both to the principal. The boy had been punished over and over for bullying and ended up in TAPS which is a school that is the last stop before Juvenile Hall (kid prison) Tay ended up with in school detention. What was funny is that the report the principal sent home stated "Taylor kicked Bobby because he accused her of tripping on her dick." The whole family got a laugh out of that.
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I like this.
 
Vortigern99 said:
H.C., the worst bully in an early-80s middle-class Houston suburb, is now an insurance salesman who owns and operates his father's business.

Looks like he escaped the "bully's curse". I forgave him in my own heart years ago, and I have no desire to speak with or contact him.
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Something either has or will happen to him. People don't change. If he hasn't already he'll run into a situation he can't handle after he fools with the wrong person. Just because he's still in business doesn't mean that he hasn't been hurt in some way.
 
Vortigern99 said:
H.C., the worst bully in an early-80s middle-class Houston suburb, is now an insurance salesman who owns and operates his father's business.

Looks like he escaped the "bully's curse". I forgave him in my own heart years ago, and I have no desire to speak with or contact him.
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People who have their wealth handed to them often fall prey to their own mis-placed sense of entitlement. I predict that someday, someone will get tired of his inflated ego and bust a chair across his chops.

Not that I'm wishing that on him! Oh, no no no ...
 
This thread has made me realize that one of my childhood bullies also died early, in a drunken car crash.

The other big bully in my youth is likely dead, although I do not know for sure. All I know is that she was fairly old already when she was my second grade teacher, and that was 35 years ago. Big fat evil nun, had all the classic characteristics of the bullies described in this thread. Used picking on kids smaller than her (we were 8 years old, for pete's sake) to boost her ego, relished in physical and emotional abuse. She would first beat you, and then if you cried (again, we were 8), she would taunt you for crying. "Oh, are you going to cry now, baby?" Add in the threat to not tell anyone.
 
I should add the "stand up to the bully" anecdote: freshman year of high school, a guy in my class was constantly being bullied by a senior. He'd walk by him in studyhall and slap the back of his head, for example, and otherwise pick on him. So one day, the guy in my class was reading the newspaper. In our school, the newspapers were kept on bamboo rods to keep them together. The bully hits him on the back of the head and he snaps, and starts beating the jerk with the bamboo rod. I didn't see it actually happen (just caught the kerfluffle) but apparently blood was flying.

They both got suspended, for fighting, but the word is the principal told the guy, "School policy is that I have to suspend you for fighting, but know that we are all proud of you for standing up to him. Enjoy your vacation."

This was before the days when schools were proactive about doing anything about it themselves.
 
ranson said:
Anyone here ever read Mark Chu-Carroll's words on the subject? The comments he received are very enlightening, to say the least.
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Very interesting...although I should point out after re-connecting with people I went to school with in elementary and high school, I've found that my memories of being constantly tormented were somewhat exaggerated. We tend to remember the bad times and forget the good. In this respect, the tormented seem to edit their memories as much as the tormentors do.
 
ranson said:
Anyone here ever read Mark Chu-Carroll's words on the subject? The comments he received are very enlightening, to say the least.
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"And that's all that I want from you. Stay the **** away from me. I don't want to hear about your lives. I don't want to know how you've changed since high school. I don't want to hear about your jobs, your spouses, your children."


amen.
 
aggle-rithm said:
Very interesting...although I should point out after re-connecting with people I went to school with in elementary and high school, I've found that my memories of being constantly tormented were somewhat exaggerated. We tend to remember the bad times and forget the good. In this respect, the tormented seem to edit their memories as much as the tormentors do.
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I find that to be true, as well; Chu-Carroll actually has people pop up in the comments confirming most of his scarier stories, though (the burning swastika in front of his house, for one).

Personally, I know the bullying against me wasn't as bad as it could have been; again, there were mitigating factors that made people think twice. However, I think what makes it stand out after all these years is that each and every event, to me, was personal. I can read the stories of everyone here with some detachment, and wonder about the vagaries of hindsight. My own memories, often as not, appear to have no such tempering. Flashes of pain, blood, tears, fear, and anger are burned into me. Are they accurate? Who the heck knows, anymore? Each one still feels as real as the day it happened, though. I feel my skull bouncing off my locker. I feel repeated smacks to the back of my head, over and over and over, just wanting to haul off and savage the guy doing it, but knowing I'd probably try to kill him if I let loose, so I hold it all in.

In the end, we each magnify our own experiences and memories; it's only natural, since we're the star of the story, as far as we're concerned.
 
ranson said:
I find that to be true, as well; Chu-Carroll actually has people pop up in the comments confirming most of his scarier stories, though (the burning swastika in front of his house, for one).

Personally, I know the bullying against me wasn't as bad as it could have been; again, there were mitigating factors that made people think twice. However, I think what makes it stand out after all these years is that each and every event, to me, was personal. I can read the stories of everyone here with some detachment, and wonder about the vagaries of hindsight. My own memories, often as not, appear to have no such tempering. Flashes of pain, blood, tears, fear, and anger are burned into me. Are they accurate? Who the heck knows, anymore? Each one still feels as real as the day it happened, though. I feel my skull bouncing off my locker. I feel repeated smacks to the back of my head, over and over and over, just wanting to haul off and savage the guy doing it, but knowing I'd probably try to kill him if I let loose, so I hold it all in.

In the end, we each magnify our own experiences and memories; it's only natural, since we're the star of the story, as far as we're concerned.
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Ok let me tell you something about the old buzzard I keep talking about. There was a fight going on and a not so bright, not so tough guy was trying to get a better look. He either said or did something to the guy I keep talking about and the meaner tougher guy slugged him directly in his mouth knocking both front teeth out. I saw most of it although I was far enough away so that I couldn't hear what had been said nor could I see exactly what caused this in the first place. I knew two things at once. The guy missing his teeth was out of the fight and the guy who knocked them out could kiss highschool goodbye. The guy with the missing teeths father was a county police detective. I was right. The bully was kicked out of school tried and convicted and his family sued. The bullys mother had to pay for the missing teeth to be replaced with I suppose porcelain teeth. I never saw the kid who was missing his teeth either. I think he enrolled at another school.
 
The only reason for me to ever move back to the town I was raised in would be if I were wealthy. That way, not only could I pull an almost daily 'neener-neener' on the remaining bullies and their enablers, but I could chump them all off by buying whatever businesses they worked for and then firing all of their sorry selves. Nothing would gaul a bully more than to be kicked to the curb by someone they used to beat on and who now is successful.

C'mon, Lotto!
 
Fnord said:
The only reason for me to ever move back to the town I was raised in would be if I were wealthy. That way, not only could I pull an almost daily 'neener-neener' on the remaining bullies and their enablers, but I could chump them all off by buying whatever businesses they worked for and then firing all of their sorry selves. Nothing would gaul a bully more than to be kicked to the curb by someone they used to beat on and who now is successful.

C'mon, Lotto!
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After getting fired by the owner of a pizza place I worked for, I long had the fantasy of opening up a competing pizza place, using the same recipes as my former boss but selling for half the price. I would open a location right next door to each of his locations. After putting him out of business, I would shut the whole thing down.

That's really a lot of trouble to go through just to get back at someone. Plus, when I shut it down I would end up firing everyone who worked for me, and the cycle would continue.
 
ranson said:
My own memories, often as not, appear to have no such tempering. Flashes of pain, blood, tears, fear, and anger are burned into me. Are they accurate? Who the heck knows, anymore? Each one still feels as real as the day it happened, though. I feel my skull bouncing off my locker. I feel repeated smacks to the back of my head, over and over and over, just wanting to haul off and savage the guy doing it, but knowing I'd probably try to kill him if I let loose, so I hold it all in.

In the end, we each magnify our own experiences and memories; it's only natural, since we're the star of the story, as far as we're concerned.
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Part of my problem, I think, was that these few extremely traumatic experiences colored my relationships with other people. I was distrustful and interpreted benign interactions as being aggressive. Years later I realized that some of the people I thought of as bullies were actually just neutral towards me. Try as I might, I can't think of anything specific they did to warrant the "bully" label.
 
aggle-rithm said:
... That's really a lot of trouble to go through just to get back at someone. Plus, when I shut it down I would end up firing everyone who worked for me, and the cycle would continue.
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Yeah, but ... Aww, never mind.

The high probability of collateral damage takes all the fun out of it, and would reduce me to their level if I should succeed.
 
Fnord said:
Yeah, but ... Aww, never mind.

The high probability of collateral damage takes all the fun out of it, and would reduce me to their level if I should succeed.
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That's what fantasies are for.

I like the Simpson's episode where Homer dreamed he was throttling Mr. Burns, but in his dream Burns turned into a syrup bottle and he was happily pouring syrup over a huge stack of pancakes. By morning, he wasn't mad anymore.
 
Fnord said:
The only reason for me to ever move back to the town I was raised in would be if I were wealthy. That way, not only could I pull an almost daily 'neener-neener' on the remaining bullies and their enablers, but I could chump them all off by buying whatever businesses they worked for and then firing all of their sorry selves. Nothing would gaul a bully more than to be kicked to the curb by someone they used to beat on and who now is successful.

C'mon, Lotto!
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The bullys in my hometown are scattered hither and yon. The ones who aren't underground that is.
 
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