re: Bullying in schools: were you a bully or bullied?

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Wow you are really cool

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Grim

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Based on the shite I've seen you spew on this site quite frequently, I would say you weren't one of the cooler kids. Probably because you were an a-hole. Much like on here.

I never said I was cool, I said I was popular, because, unlike you, I wasn't an a-hole to people.

Im bullied on this site. It needs to stop.

I was never a bully and was never bullied either. My best 2 friends were huge and always had my back. But I didnt start anything.

One was 6'5" and 260 pounds in 10th grade. His family were pulp wood loggers. If the hydraulics went out on the truck he and his 3 brothers had to load the logs by hand. He was incredibly strong. And dumb as a brick.

Other friends family had a concrete block laying company. He was big too and really strong, from carrying CMU's around and up ladders to the masons. It would run his arms down inside the blocks to carry them, 3 on each arm. All day long. 6 days a week in the summers.

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I have a feeling a lot of posters on here were bullied but say they were the ones bullying.

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Every person that said, they were never bullied and never bullied anyone else, is full of shite.

Seems like the majority of posters here are full of shite.

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White kid in majority black schools...took the shite till I was kidney punched from behind in 7th grade. Exploded on the dude and kicked his arse. Of course his bros beat my arse afterward, but at least I was acknowledged as a less than easy target for the next few years.

I was a bully during high school. Probably one of the worst things I did was during my junior year. My buddies and I would dip during shop class and outside at lunch. Well this kid I'll call "Jeff" who was a redneck freshman would bug the shite out of me and my friends to buy him a can of Redseal straight. Literally everyday for like 5 months he would just ask over and over again so I caved in finally and bought him a can but the day before I gave the can to him me and 4 other friends all trimmed a bunch of our pubic hair and sprinkled the pubs into the can. The kid came and found us during lunch the next day and I gave him the can while me and all my buddies watched in horror as he, no bullshite, put in a horseshoe of our pubs mixed with redseal into his mouth.

After about 5 minutes of watching this kid spit dip juice on the ground while continuously picking our pubs out of his mouth and not having a clue of what we did, none of us could hold our shite together any longer and had to walk off elsewhere to let our laughter out. About a week later the kid asked me to buy him another can...

From K-5th grade I had gone to public school, but in 6th grade, the school building that was junior high, was 3 stories and no elevators so being in a wheelchair and shite.. I had to go somewhere more accessible.

I never knew any other kids who were in a wheelchair and grew up just like any other kid. My parents did make me aware of certain things I wouldn't be able to do and that there would be times people would make comments, maybe even "pick on" me, but I had to take up for myself and figure it out as I went through life.

From K-5th grade I never really got bullied. There were times when a kid would tell me something and I would tell them something back and we end up getting into it.. But I would do the same to other kids. I had friends who "had my back" and the one time some kid threatened to beat me up, I went tell one kid who liked to fight that that kid wanted to beat me up and he went to the kid and told him if he wanted to fight, then fight someone like him who could beat him up, so I new how to adapt.

When I got to 6th grade, the school I went to was really small. One class for each grade small. In fact, the 7th and 8th grade, my 8th grade year had to be put together. When I got there I knew no one. It seemed like the first few days everything went well then after that it was all down hill. I wasn't one to hold my tongue so the kids in my class were "testing" me just because I was the new kid. They started making jokes about being in a wheelchair and at first it wasn't anything I haven't heard and I laughed it off.

Then they started to get personal so I would tell them shite back. One kid told me something about not walking and everyone laughed and I told him "frick you" and he went run to a teacher and told on me. my the middle of the year they would start hitting on me and I would do what I could, but I had NO ONE who had my back. I never told on them because you didn't do that at the public school I went to.. There was one kid who didn't really mess with me, we were "cool", but he didn't want to piss off the other kids.

He was the only black kid there. Anyway, in 8th grade, with like a week left.. All the boys were at the basketball court playing ball it was a stereotypical situation. He was the best basketball player by a long shot. The school team sucked and there were times when he would score all the points in a game. Anyway, he dunked on a kid and that kid got in his face and said "you stupid n-----" and that black kid threw a haymaker. Dropped that other kid. It was one of the "leaders" who would frick with me.. By this time, the teachers were coming over, just in time to see & hear me get over the kid and call him a pussy and that I hope he fricking jaw is shattered.

Who got in trouble? Me and the black kid. I got fricked with every day, for three years, the black dude got called a n---- and we got in trouble. Anyway, I got it pretty bad those years.

When I got to HS with all the people I knew, it was a different story. I got messed with a little bit, but I always had people who had my back and there were times I would initiate things.. So I have been on both sides.