There's No Escaping
Truly inspired by Jaded's blog, I've decided to write about my incident as a kid bullied in highschool. Thanks, Jaded. I was a bit traumatized my entire senior year. I hated school. And it made it worst that it happened through grade 11 and 12. Senior year is supposed to be the best, but not for me. I would have rather been bullied earlier on. There were two groups that ruled the school during my time. The triad group, and the rowd group.
I was never part of these groups, letting someone new in was considered taboo. I was not anti-social either. The group I hung out with, weren't far down the "un-cool" ladder at all, but the triad group still picked on me. Looking back now, I can laugh about it, but during highschool, I was a mess. I didn't understand why I was their target. I couldn't figure it out. They would always find little ways to humiliate me.
In Biology class, this one bitch who was the start of this whole thing, sat at the end of my bench. So to get to my seat, I had to pass her. After I pass, she deliberately screamed out loud, "EWWWW!!! Your hair touched my muffin!! GROSS!!!" Well, fuck! Don't fling your damn muffin around while you talk!
Everytime, I walked pass them in the halls, the chick bitch or one of her groupies would push their "Geek Slave" into me and laugh about it. You would think something like this would always happen only in movies, but trust me, it does happen.
During Valentine's, they asked my cousin to get my homeroom number so they can send a singing telegram to me in front of the whole class from their "Geek Slave". My own cousin!! Someone concerned told me about their plan and warned me that it was coming. So their plan worked, right when the school telegram singers came by, I ran out of the classroom and hid in the washroom crying. Meanwhile, somewhere in the school, they were snickering. My friends reamed out my cousin for betraying me, and he came around the washroom and apologized and took me home. He said he didn't realize that it would affect me that much. Everyone was so drawn to the popularity of this group, that they would do anything for them. Even our school councilor was drawn to them, it seemed like these two groups were has favorite students. So needless to say, I couldn't go to him.
Finally, I graduated and survived it. With much difficulty though. But it's over. Like Jaded, I don't think I have it in me to forgive and forget. Because of cruelty like that, so many highschoolers are not as fortunate as myself to have the support of real friends. So many are not as fortunate to make it out of highschool alive, literally. So to forgive and forget means that I think it's okay. It is okay that they're sorry they bullied me then because they regret it now. Now is too late.
So you may ask, why didn't I fight back? Why didn't I have the courage? It's not so simple. There were a lot of fights breaking out during lunch time and after school. One time, this guy in the triad group was stabbed in the neck with a plastic fork in the lunchroom by a guy from another school. He was okay, but of course, they got their revenge some how. I seemed to have blocked it out because I don't remember what happened. Do I really want to mess with people who have the guts to do that?? I think not.
I think I have courage. I had the courage to deal with things. I had the courage not to cry in front of them. I had the courage to survive it. But I'm still not okay with what happened.
Of course, everyone wanted to be like them. Everyone wanted "in". But now, are they the type I want to hang with? The last I've heard, some of the guys are manning gas stations. The girls are sluts and druggies with no future. The best job one of them have is a hostess at a restaurant. I guess I could see it coming. The girl at the top of the triad group arrived at the photo studio for grad pics with a much older boyfriend covered in gold. She walked around the halls at school with a wad of twenties on her belt. I'm sorry, she did NOT look cool, she looked more like a hooker than anything. It's obvious she was dating a DD (*drug dealer) and had no shame that her love was bought. Most of them walked around like crackwhores. Walking with a slight wiggle to rub their thighs together to relieve themselves of the itch their pubic crabs were causing. Disgusting!
I feel sorry for all the kids in highschool that have to deal with this. Last I heard, it's still going on and is stronger than ever.
When will these kids learn that although DDing is easy money, it will not give you a future?!?
I am thankful that I escaped.
I was never part of these groups, letting someone new in was considered taboo. I was not anti-social either. The group I hung out with, weren't far down the "un-cool" ladder at all, but the triad group still picked on me. Looking back now, I can laugh about it, but during highschool, I was a mess. I didn't understand why I was their target. I couldn't figure it out. They would always find little ways to humiliate me.
In Biology class, this one bitch who was the start of this whole thing, sat at the end of my bench. So to get to my seat, I had to pass her. After I pass, she deliberately screamed out loud, "EWWWW!!! Your hair touched my muffin!! GROSS!!!" Well, fuck! Don't fling your damn muffin around while you talk!
Everytime, I walked pass them in the halls, the chick bitch or one of her groupies would push their "Geek Slave" into me and laugh about it. You would think something like this would always happen only in movies, but trust me, it does happen.
During Valentine's, they asked my cousin to get my homeroom number so they can send a singing telegram to me in front of the whole class from their "Geek Slave". My own cousin!! Someone concerned told me about their plan and warned me that it was coming. So their plan worked, right when the school telegram singers came by, I ran out of the classroom and hid in the washroom crying. Meanwhile, somewhere in the school, they were snickering. My friends reamed out my cousin for betraying me, and he came around the washroom and apologized and took me home. He said he didn't realize that it would affect me that much. Everyone was so drawn to the popularity of this group, that they would do anything for them. Even our school councilor was drawn to them, it seemed like these two groups were has favorite students. So needless to say, I couldn't go to him.
Finally, I graduated and survived it. With much difficulty though. But it's over. Like Jaded, I don't think I have it in me to forgive and forget. Because of cruelty like that, so many highschoolers are not as fortunate as myself to have the support of real friends. So many are not as fortunate to make it out of highschool alive, literally. So to forgive and forget means that I think it's okay. It is okay that they're sorry they bullied me then because they regret it now. Now is too late.
So you may ask, why didn't I fight back? Why didn't I have the courage? It's not so simple. There were a lot of fights breaking out during lunch time and after school. One time, this guy in the triad group was stabbed in the neck with a plastic fork in the lunchroom by a guy from another school. He was okay, but of course, they got their revenge some how. I seemed to have blocked it out because I don't remember what happened. Do I really want to mess with people who have the guts to do that?? I think not.
I think I have courage. I had the courage to deal with things. I had the courage not to cry in front of them. I had the courage to survive it. But I'm still not okay with what happened.
Of course, everyone wanted to be like them. Everyone wanted "in". But now, are they the type I want to hang with? The last I've heard, some of the guys are manning gas stations. The girls are sluts and druggies with no future. The best job one of them have is a hostess at a restaurant. I guess I could see it coming. The girl at the top of the triad group arrived at the photo studio for grad pics with a much older boyfriend covered in gold. She walked around the halls at school with a wad of twenties on her belt. I'm sorry, she did NOT look cool, she looked more like a hooker than anything. It's obvious she was dating a DD (*drug dealer) and had no shame that her love was bought. Most of them walked around like crackwhores. Walking with a slight wiggle to rub their thighs together to relieve themselves of the itch their pubic crabs were causing. Disgusting!
I feel sorry for all the kids in highschool that have to deal with this. Last I heard, it's still going on and is stronger than ever.
When will these kids learn that although DDing is easy money, it will not give you a future?!?
I am thankful that I escaped.
posted by LemonadeParade at 3:51 p.m.
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