Sorted. (Bullying in Schools)

Member Name: bigbtommy

Product:	Bullying in Schools
Date:	04/08/01 (25 review reads)
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I have read many of the articles written on dooyoo, and have been trying hard to actually summon up some words about how to describe what I have been going through whilst at two different schools.

During my first school, St Marys, I had quite a few bad experiences of bullying. Most of these were childish things. I have always been heavily in to music, and solitary 'extreme' sorta sports like surfing. But, I couldn't give a ________ (insert expletive) about football. I prefer the acievement and exhileration you get when riding a huge wave, or listening to a really good CD to kicking a ball round a park. But, because it's difficult to go surfing or listen to CD's at primar school, I got picked on mainly because I didn't fit the unofficial uniform. No, my clothes fitted fine. I had the right shoes. But, I didn't play football. So you get all these judgemental people who base their decisions on what they see you do at school. If you mooch around doing nothing, then your some kind of loser. But the fact that I did have a few very friendly, close friends is something I do. People don't accept you for what you are, but on who you hang out with and what you do during your spare 15 minutes.

Fortunately, I have never been physically bullied. But the mental torture that you get put through every single day just gets too much. And sometimes you just explode. When you have someone repetitively straining your nerves, they don't get the blame. They say that having a dripping tap drip slowly on your head for hours drives you crazy is the same with bullies. They don't just come and beat you, they repetitively annoy you all day long, every 5 minutes, and for everything they can pull at you. Sneering, making snide, horrible, judgemental remarks, they try it all. But then, if you try and stop them, by hitting them, like I did to "PJ" (I don't use real names in dooyoo opinions much), I am the one who gets the blame,
I am the one who gets punishment, I am the one who gets a letter home. And at the age of 6 years old, you really don't have a clue what to do. You can't really answer back to some 40-year-old headmaster at that age.

The mental torture carried on until I was about 8 years old. Just one of those days I came home, and my mum found me actually sitting crying on a sofa. When she asked me what was wrong, I tried for at least 40 minutes to hold her off and say I fell over, or something. But eventually she wormed out this piece of information.

Fortunately, she didn't over-react. Many parent's I have heard just storm in and start bashing harder and harder getting everybody involved. But she had a word with my teacher, who was a nice enough woman, and within a day or two, it all stopped.

For pretty much the rest of my time there, I never got name-called again, and apart from one small time, I got all the way through without much hassle at all.

Then, in secondary school it started again. Because everybody is maturing at different rates, you get some people who actually have a life, and some whiny little immature gits who repeat primary school behaviour.

I got quickly through the first year without any hassle at all realy: I made friends with the local people, and although some pretty mad antics wee had, I never had too much hassle.

But then in the next year, due to both my and their faults a few of my freinds drifted away, and I became a target again. Nothing too major, just one small ruck for about a minute or two, and some name calling was the product of the whole year. It wasn't continous torture like in primary school, but just some name calling once in a while.

But, generally my school days at my new school have been ten to a hundred times better than primary school. The people became a bit more mature. There will always be backstabbing, sneering, stuck-up, snobby t**sers in life, but you
learn to see through them, and see how, even though they claim that while they were out on the p**s every night in year seven and were watching 18-cert films at the age of 12, you see through. Your bull-detectors become finely honed during teenage years, and become even more finely honed if you get bullied or picked on.

By the fifth year in secondary school, you learn that all these people are just losers, and that everybody makes choices on how to live their life.

Just remember that if anybody tells you that bullying is part of growing up, or that it does you good in the end, do not believe them. Get some adult help. This will sort it out, believe me. And the more they do it, the more you complain, you will get their in the end.

Also, if there's get-togethers for your school, you can laugh back at all the suckers who used to bully you, when you've made your first DooYoo million, and they are just half-witted, no-hopers without a real job...

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