tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post6160236967332918702..comments2023-07-05T00:35:34.395-07:00Comments on From Stage Dives to Station Wagons: Facebook flashbackfollowthatdoghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02073521142861511678noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-70319066766809828782009-07-12T07:47:02.758-07:002009-07-12T07:47:02.758-07:00I think it is being taken more seriously, I think ...I think it is being taken more seriously, I think people are finally understanding how devastating it is to those who get bullied, but I still think it is pervasive and probably still a big problem. <br /><br />I'm so sorry you had that experience. I hope that asshole has met some of his own hard times.followthatdoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02073521142861511678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-85704739541131129692009-07-11T22:25:21.411-07:002009-07-11T22:25:21.411-07:00In 6th grade, due to financial reasons and my pare...In 6th grade, due to financial reasons and my parents' divorce, I had to transfer from my small, private, liberal. 'gifted' school to the local public school.<br /><br />I was smart, kind, shy and loved school. To the children at my new school, this translated to nerdy and dorky. I was teased (mainly for being smart and a teacher's pet, secondly for being 'ugly').<br /><br />7th grade at the middle school was much worse. My problem wasn't mean girls. I never had a problem with girls. It was boys. One boy in particular (looked like Rob Lowe, very popular, athletic, not smart) used to ride my bus and sit in front of me every day. He would turn around in his seat to face me and insult me the entire way to and from school. He told me I was the ugliest girl he had ever seen. That I had a big nose. I was hairy. I was a nerd. I was a loser. A few other kids would join in and laugh. No one stood up for me. I would cry. Every single day. I would go home crying every day and not wanting to go back. (Why I was not put on anti-depressants, I don't know).<br /><br />I never had self esteem problems before but I developed them due to Mr. Asshole and his entourage. I actually made a list of people I wish would die (or transfer to a different school). Don't worry--I was a total pacifist and would never actually hurt anybody. I hated school. <br /><br />We moved the following year and I got to start again at a new school. The kids were much nicer. The honor's program was better. By high school I had become one of the 'popular' girls. And I think it's because I knew what it was like to be ridiculed, taunted and teased. I made it my mission to be ultra-inclusive and to be kind to everyone.<br /><br />I recently had a high school acquaintance tell me (via Facebook) how much she appreciated the fact that I was kind to her when she felt like everyone else at school treated her like shit. Made me feel good. The only good that could have come out of the bullying--my greater sense of compassion for the underdogs and bullied ones.<br /><br />Do you think 'verbal bullying'is taken more seriously by school administration these days?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-50004173457208085872009-07-10T10:07:20.162-07:002009-07-10T10:07:20.162-07:00This is so why I won't join Facebook... no des...This is so why I won't join Facebook... no desire to be found by certain parts of my past!<br /><br />I had a few run-ins with mean girls through the years, starting with two mean 5th graders when I was 7 or 8. They were terrifying. But the worst was a girl who was allegedly a friend (our parents were friends and pushed us to get together often). I'm sure she had "issues," but I don't care. I could never forget how awful she was to me for YEARS.Kazahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04953977625325499626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-81650484668200835132009-07-07T14:06:35.823-07:002009-07-07T14:06:35.823-07:00I think that age, that preteen/not quite little ki...I think that age, that preteen/not quite little kid age, is an especially hard time for kids to make big moves. I'm sorry you had such a rough time. And THANK YOU for letting me know I'm not the only grudge holder out there. I secretly wish this one person has had some tough times of her own to deal with. And I feel a little bad about that.followthatdoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02073521142861511678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4682464829469372477.post-31178373722454235952009-07-07T13:37:39.832-07:002009-07-07T13:37:39.832-07:00It was my 6th grade year. I spent my entire life t...It was my 6th grade year. I spent my entire life to that point moving every 2 years; luckily every place was pretty transient so a new kid was a good thing, not a bad thing...until we moved to Nevada. My torment wasn't so blatent - much more passive aggressive. I really didn't have a friend until halfway through my 7th grade year. I see people that snubbed me in middle and high school on FB now and wonder how they are doing (secretly hoping that things are hard for them). But I'm a bit of a grudge holder and I also don't have time for pettiness in my life, so I don't want to waste my time on people that don't fit into my life as it is now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com