09-22-2003, 09:35 PM
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I was bullied so much in 6th grade that I switched classes halfway through the year. For some reason, when I started 6th grade I ended up in the self-contained class. You know. The one down near the boiler room in the basement? I don't know why, I got all As and Bs when I was in 5th grade. To this day, I think it was a mix-up. So anyway. I ended up in class with all these morons and thugs (the sixth grade kind: they smoke cigarrettes and their parents were divorced). This one kid took a severe disliking to me, and eventually the entire class would just harrass me and threaten to beat my ass every single day. I didn't want to complain and be a pussy, but I wasn't about to fight one of them and have the entire class jump in. I called the head bully at his house and told him I'd meet him in 20 minutes one weekend and he never showed up. It ended up getting so bad that I had severe stomach pains for like three weeks straight, and missed about two weeks of school. During that time, my hysterical mother made them change my class to a different teacher on a different floor, with different lunch periods and different recess periods.
I was still a bit shell shocked, and became quite shy for a while. Slowly but surely, I came out of my shell and am now completely cured. I don't remember exactly what happened to the head bully, but I'm pretty sure his parents got divorced and one of his brothers may have died. So, all in all, I have no regrets.
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I was bullied so much in 6th grade that I switched classes halfway through the year. For some reason, when I started 6th grade I ended up in the self-contained class. You know. The one down near the boiler room in the basement? I don't know why, I got all As and Bs when I was in 5th grade. To this day, I think it was a mix-up. So anyway. I ended up in class with all these morons and thugs (the sixth grade kind: they smoke cigarrettes and their parents were divorced). This one kid took a severe disliking to me, and eventually the entire class would just harrass me and threaten to beat my ass every single day. I didn't want to complain and be a pussy, but I wasn't about to fight one of them and have the entire class jump in. I called the head bully at his house and told him I'd meet him in 20 minutes one weekend and he never showed up. It ended up getting so bad that I had severe stomach pains for like three weeks straight, and missed about two weeks of school. During that time, my hysterical mother made them change my class to a different teacher on a different floor, with different lunch periods and different recess periods.
I was still a bit shell shocked, and became quite shy for a while. Slowly but surely, I came out of my shell and am now completely cured. I don't remember exactly what happened to the head bully, but I'm pretty sure his parents got divorced and one of his brothers may have died. So, all in all, I have no regrets.