Funny, I was just reading an article today in the Wall Street Journal about bullying. Anyone who has a copy, read it. It's quite sad.
In gradeschool, I seemed to be a magnet for bullies. I was scared shit, but I always fought back. Needless to say, they hated that, so they picked on me even more. When I was in 2nd grade this girl applied her karate skills
(yeah, right) on me and I used my Aladdin lunchbox as a shield
, so she ended up getting bruises and I got blamed by my teacher for it.
A group of seventh graders made me cry when I was in 5th grade. Then in ballet class, this freakin' biatch always gave me the look. She happened to go to the same I school I went to, so I had to suffer the same fate. Unfortunately, she didn't make it to the cheering squad and I did.
That was some sort of vindication for me.
Oh, when I was in 3rd grade, this 7th grader--yes, the list goes on
, who bullied me and my friend. She hated our guts because we fought back, even if we were getting palpitations like crazy. LOL. I still remember her ridiculous name.
I was vacationing in San Francisco two years ago, walking in the mall, when I saw her, of all people! She recognized me, but ha (!), I was taller than her! Hehe.
Anyway, I had a pretty good time in highschool, so I don't dwell on those horrible experiences anymore. It's actually funny when I think about it now.