School bullies seem like they pop up everywhere and like they solely exist just to make your lives miserable.
No matter where you go during the school day, there they are. But, eventually--just like Ralphie in A Christmas Story--everyone eventually says "enough is enough," and then suddenly the bully is on the receiving end.
Here were the stories.
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5th grade this dude who always picked on me was kicking my seat in a assembly, and I was having a terrible week and this was my last straw. I turned punched him in the face but I wasn't satisfied with the first punch because it felt weak so I figured I'm already going to be in trouble so I went back for a second better punch that felt worth getting in trouble over. Also this was a DARE assembly, which was about saying no to drugs and violence so I basically learned nothing.
I was being bullied for like a month when I was 13 or 14.
Some guy from my class started messing with me (pushing, hair grabbing, neck slapping, stuff like that) and I didn't know how to handle it. One of his friends from another class, a guy I had never spoken to before, tried it once and I instinctively punched him in the face.
Bullying stopped. If that random guy didn't do what he did, I don't know how I would have put an end to it, to be honest.
I Done It
In 4th grade this kid named Nick used to punch me everyday at recess. I went home one day crying about it, and my dad told me to punch him back. So the next day when Nick came around to punch me I whipped around and just beat the snot out of him. Absolutely wailed on him. One of the teachers noticed and took us to the principals office and we got off with warnings. After that, Nick never punched me again, but would make sure I could get to the front of the line for the drinking fountain and picked me first for any sports game he was team captain for.
I'm Too Tall To Be Treated This Way
For context I'm 6'5", and have been since high school.
There was a girl I was friends with who had a boyfriend. There was nothing going on between us, but her boyfriend was older and used to call me names and throw sh*t at me in the halls. I'm not a particularly confrontational person, so I let it go on like that for a while.
There was a day when he knocked my books out of my hand and I had had enough. He wasn't nearly as big as I was so I picked him up by his shirt and slammed him against a locker. The bullying stopped.
That's What You Get
A group of boys thought it was hilarious to keep our football and stop us from getting it back after it rolled towards them on the school field.
They kept passing it between themselves and picking it up and trying to keep it away from us. After trying for about a minute to get the ball from them by running after it, one of them picked the ball up and kept moving it away trying to keep it out of my reach. I took a few steps back, no longer interested in trying to not hurt them and did a "goal kick" on the ball. I kicked his hand in the process and the ball smacked him in the face and gave him a bloody nose. He didn't even try to react: he just turned and walked away with his tail between his legs.
I had been bullied all year long by this guy and it was the last week of 8th or 9th grade. Comes up to me and says something about my clothes or something and I just saw red. I turned around and hit him with a palm strike to the face. The bottom of my hand connected right under his nose. He doubled over and I bolted. I heard later hiss lip got stuck in his braces and he had to go to the doctor to fix it. I got a stern talking to about not hitting people although my teachers were aware of the verbal bullying.
Picture It: Fifth Grade
Can't remember what specifically caused me to snap, but after spending the last 5 years being continually harassed, bullied, and assaulted by a specific boy I'd had enough.
I calmly walked to the mounted pencil sharpener at the back of the class and sharpened my pencil to a very fine tip. Then, I walked behind said bully, and in a downward motion slashed him across the entirety of his back in one fluid motion.
Obviously, I got a truckload of sh*t for what I did. Principal insinuated to my mother that the parents of the other boy may want to press charges for my harming of their pride-and-joy.
My mother, bless her heart, retorted back, "If that's the case, perhaps I should press charges considering how often my son has been coming home with cuts, bruises and welts administered at their boy's hands without repercussions from your staff."
The principal moonwalked out of that conversation so f*cking fast.
I still was read the riot-act at home, though. Got drilled into me that what I did was use a weapon to harm someone, and that it would never be tolerated at any level. Grounded for a very, very long time.
Bully gave me space, for a while anyway. Went back to his usual torment after a couple weeks -- minus any physical contact.
The End Of Your Era
The bully would always grab my *ss or slap my neck, say rude things about my nationality and insult me.
I often told him to stop that, but he never did. For a year and a half.
Once, in a lecture, he came to my desk and grabbed my *ss. I had a really bad day that day too. The moment he grabbed my ass, I saw RED. I was MAD.
I stood up and looked him in the eye. I took his head and SMASHED it against the wall with all I had.
Nothing serious happened to him. Except for the teacher being mad at him for bothering me. (I was a quiet and good-hearted kid, and the teacher knew that)
High school. One girl made my life hell. I didn't even know her or fully understand why she targeted me. She tried to run me over and told cops I walked in front of her car.
One day walking up the stairs, she proceeded to taunt me, hitting me in the back with objects and calling me names. I stopped , turned around and punched her in the nose. She landed on her back on the landing. I just stood over her. She never said one word to me after that.
This was in 7th grade I think. I threw a shoe at him in a change room (he was just picking on some random kid and I just had enough of it) and I completely missed him, and hit the guy that he was picking on right in the face. Everyone froze for a second and then burst out into laughter, and the guy who was being picked on started crying and I felt really bad because I meant to hit the bully (shoes are hard to throw accurately okay!). I tried to tell him that it was for the bully and I guess I calmed him down a little bit (also by apologising profusely). After the incident, the mood in the change room was lightened and everyone started being more chill with each other so I guess it was a success lol.
Racism is an insidious, and unfortunately prevalent, force in all of our daily lives. Maybe we're on the receiving end of it, being treated differently and losing opportunities because of others' preconceived notions.
Or maybe we're on the other side of things. Even those who aren't actively racist or discriminatory still have to process the world through the filters of the things they've been told about people who are different.