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Miss Misery:
I always got along with my teachers, more or less, since I was a quiet kid who didn't make trouble. *However*, my family moved around a lot when I was young, so I was always the "new kid". Add to the fact that I was horrifically shy, introverted, and had a hideous overbite (which wasn't corrected until after I graduated high school, I'm 33 now), and guess what? I was the kid everyone picked on.

A few highlights:

* 5th Grade: I'm standing up in the front of the class (I don't remember why) and the teacher calls a male classmate to come up too. His response? "I don't want to stand next to the dog!" (meaning me)

*  6th Grade: I'm the new kid again *during the last two months of the school year*. One girl named Jeananne decided she hated my guts and tried to beat me up during recess.

*  7th Grade: A girl named Bernadette calls me a "reject" to my face. Oh, and Jeananne is in my class and she still hates me for no reason.

* High School: Four boys--Scott, Jason, Jeff, and Jimmy--somehow or another decided that I was a drug addict (I don't smoke, drink, and have never done any illegall drugs). They nicknamed me "Weed" and made the last two years a living hell. After high school I worked at a fast food place when Scott came in and I ended up having to wait on him. He said something about me being a "drop out". I now regret not reaching across the counter and strangling him.

Yikes. It's a wonder I made it out alive.

RoseRose:
I have a few, but here's one (maybe I'll post some others later).

It was the last day of 7th grade science.  At the end of class, about 2/3ds of the boys in the class threw little bits of trash (bits of paper, pencil ends, erasers, paper clips and the like).  I told the teacher... and he said there was nothing he could do because it was the end of the year!

LibrarianGal:
Kids (and teens) can be really cruel sometimes. Some can be really sweet and nice, but when a kid's mean, they're vicious!

I was the same type of kid- quiet, got along with my teachers, smart, and not into any drinking/drugs/etc. I was also picked on and harrassed like crazy. Honestly, from 5th to 8th grade, I was cursed out (with language that I certainly can't repeat here!) every single day, and I wish I was exagerrating. I had transfered into a school where everyone had been together since Kindergarten, so I was an outsider and I also was a miniority in the school (racial slurs were common).

I've long since pushed the abuse into my past, but one comment still sticks in my mind, largely because I can never tell if I should have taken it as a compliment or an insult. It was a day when we had to dress up for school, so I decked myself out, and when I got to class, one of the biggest bullies said "Hey the 'female dog' actually looks good today."

Oh well ::) Its just their loss they never found out how wonderful I am  ;D !!!!

Seriously, though, I just don't understand the mentality behind the minds that do this. Logically, I know some of it might have been a reflection of the home environment, but the rest of it? I just don't know :-\


 

RuneGuardian:
I was quite a hellcat in my younger years. Here's some of the things I did while in [Catholic] elementary school:

- punched a classmate in the eye when I was in kindergarten; he had a shiner for three weeks.
- stole toys from the classroom in kindergarten on more than one occasion (even though I had dozens of my own toys at home).
- stabbed someone in the arm with a pencil in kindergarten so hard that I drew blood.
- called my kindergarten teacher names that would have made a sailor turn deep shades of red.
- threw high-pitched tantrums when I did not get exactly what I wanted (guess what class this happened in  :P)
- punched a different classmate in the back and knocked him clear off his feet.
- threw a case full of pencils and pens across the classroom at someone I was angry at.
- threw rocks at cars driving by the playground in fourth grade.
- threw tantrums and spit at the gym teacher when someone scored a goal when I was goalie in first or second grade.

Of course I got picked on occasionally as well because I was obese. Only a few brave boys dared make fun of me because they knew I had no problem beating the crap out of anyone. Just because I was in a skirt didn't mean I was afraid of other people seeing my undies in the event I body slammed someone who insulted me. Didn't I sound like such a precious little angel?

But as the years progressed, I mellowed out a lot. I think I drove my kindergarten teachers (two to watch the whole class) to drink. Now I'm very introverted, quiet, and can't be offended no matter how hard one tries. You'd think I was a completely different person if you knew me now compared to who I was fifteen years ago.

Cyndi:
98% of the people I went to school with bullied me after 4th grade, so I really can't name any singular incidents without bursting into tears.

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