Being Bullied & Becoming a Bully – My It Gets Better Story:-
We have all gone through school and we all know its not an easy place to get by. If you are not one of the popular kids in school, chances are you have been a target. My very first day in primary school I believe I was about four (4) or five (5) years old was picked on by a kid who was Eleven (11) or Twelve (12). For whatever reason he would just come to my classroom, slap me around and take my lunch and then leave. My guess it was because I was the one of the new kids and I was small, so naturally I was a target. This went on for about 2-3 months and I hated to go to school. What made it even worse was that I was scared to tell anyone, cause I was threatened with being “beat up”. I was always hungry because of this and one day my mom picked up on it and eventually I cried and told her what was happening at school. The very next day, my cousin (who attended the same school) dropped me to my classroom and he waited patiently for the “bully” to come; and rest assured, just like clockwork he came, walked into the classroom, he saw my cousin and immediately walked back out the door. My cousin asked me if that was the guy and I told him yes. My cousin went after him and took him to one of the teachers. Every day after that, my cousin came to check in on me ( until he left and went onto secondary school) and for the first time I felt comfortable, plus I was actually able to eat the lunch that my mother provided.
As I got older, my mom signed me up for self defense classes (which I guess boosted my confidence) and I wasn’t ever picked on again till some time in Secondary School. I was squared off with a dude who was about 6 feet tall, and I was a mare 5Ft 7 inches. This was a one time event which would change the way people looked at me.
Here’s a little history: The dude happened to be in my class from form 2 – 3. They then split us up based on the subjects we chose to do at CXC level. He was send to what we called the “M” class and I was sent to the “G” class. The “M” class in the history of the school is where the “bad boys” went. So I guess that he had to make a statement, because he just didn’t cut it in the “G” class.
Back to the story: I was on my way to check out some classmates from the “M” class, and he refused to let me into the classroom. At first I though he was just playing around, but quickly realized he was being serious. He began directing insults at me, which honestly didn’t bother me much. Of course the much anticipated crowd started to gather and then the dude took notice and decided to take things up a notch. He insulted my mother and started to call me a “hen” which honestly ticked me off. I went up to hit him (which he honestly wanted me to do) but I held back by a good friend of mine. He told me to let it go, you can’t beat him. While I knew he was probably right, all I wanted to do was prove him wrong. I just shoved my friend off and ran in and was grabbed and flung like a ragged doll to the asphalt floor. By this time the crowd grew and chants of “fight” erupted.
I got back up and ran in a second time to be stopped once more by my good friend, who told the dude to leave me alone and just let me pass. The dude then turned his attention to my good friend and asked him if he wanted some of this too. Of course my friend being the smart ass that he is, told him he didn’t want to kick his ass in front of all these people and embarrass him, which in turn provoked him into a launching attack.
I just got back up and pushed my friend out of the way and quickly kicked at the back of the dude’s legs and he tripped and fell. Everyone started laughing and then my friend and I began to run off, but I was grabbed and was jacked up against the wall, just being slapped. I saw my friend coming back and I don’t know what happened, I just got so angry and punched the guy smack in his face. He dropped me and I kicked him in the nuts. This brought him to his knees and I kicked him across his face and I apparently broke his nose. This didn’t stop me though, I was just so full of rage and just continued to attack till my friend pulled me off and we just left him there.
What I did was probably wrong and I do regret breaking the guys nose, but he never picked on me again nor did anyone else at that school. I know my story might seem as though I’m sending a message that says, fight back, but its not. If you ever been in self defense class, the first ting they teach you is discipline. Discipline to know when to walk away (simply because you can really hurt someone).
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