R.I.P.: High School Jerks
I would say that through my junior high and high school career, I had four real consistent bullies. Well, at least four people come to mind. There were plenty of other minor players, but four serious ones. I could use their names (and call them a few new ones), but name calling was their style, not mine and anyone that went to that school, know enough to know who I they were/are.
One sat behind me in history class. He would flick the back of my head and ears, he would make that fake sound that he was spitting on my back, and he would call me fag, faggot, and queer. He made it really hard for me to pay attention in class and learn anything. He was also in my gym class. He would always hit me harder than needed for whatever sport we were playing. He died our senior year. I think he was hit by a logging truck while walking down the road.
Another bully called me the all standard names, but also added hard shoves into the school hallway walls. I was very small compared to everyone else my sophomore year, my mother bought a winter jacket for me that was on the big side with anticipation of my growth. The first day I wore it to school, this bully asked me while he was standing in front of the class if the jacket was my boyfriends. He sat in the front of the class right near the door and the clock, the obvious direction that everyone would look. He would embarrass me by telling me loud enough for the whole class to hear to stop looking at him. Then he would turn to a friend and say how gross it was that I was checking him out, I obviously was not. I rearranged my entire route between classes to avoid going down the hallway where his locker was. He did and said things to me that he knew annoyed and upset me and he clearly got pleasure in my torment. He was instrumental in me hating myself, my school, my town, and my life. He died a couple years ago. They never say why people die in the newspaper.
One is a minister in now, he sent some bullshit grace/bless message to our class for the high school reunion. Maybe he found a different path. Maybe he found other people to bully? Whatever.
I don’t know what happened to the other one.
I do not feel sad, I do not feel anything really. I guess I feel odd that people my age are dying in general. I guess that I feel sad that they are dead and the only thing that some people remember about them is that they were total assholes in high school. That has got to suck because I know or at least hope that they got to love and be loved by someone. I hope they did. I hope that they got to experience passion and and deep connections to other humans. I hope that they managed to deal with the unmanaged fear or rage or whatever it was that caused them to strike out at people.
I do not believe in karma, it isn’t a fair trade. While I admit that they did make my school life horrible on purpose, I really do not think of them or what they did much anymore. I know that it is because of them that I went through a very rocky period in my late teens and early 20′s. I hated myself so much, I thought I was stupid and worthless and futureless. But I came out of it and it is because of that journey that I am who I am today. For the most part, I like who I am today.
I guess that I also am a bit sad that I will never have the chance to see and meet them now. That I do not have the chance to see their growth and change and say, “Think nothing of it, I know I don’t” if they are able to recognize the torment they caused.
It get better. It really does.
That said, it is most important that parents do not dismiss their children when they say they are being bullied. Advice of ignoring it is horrible, it does not work. You have to understand what your child’s reality is. While it may seem trivial and no big deal to you as an adult, school and fellow classmates are your child’s entire reality. Being an outcast in your reality sucks. Being called horrible names day in and day out by the inhabitants of your reality really sucks. Do not expect the school to change anything. You need to teach your kids to fight, not necessarily physically, but fight for themselves as people who have just as much of a right to be there as they do and to be there unharnessed. And if it comes to it, fight physically to protect themselves. And if you are a parent, teach your kids to not be bystanders. When they see something happening, teach them to stick up for what is right. There were 30 other kids that sat silent in that classroom while one kid called me “fag” and knocked my books out of my arms every day. They did nothing. While it may not be your child that is the bully or the one being bullied, they can still change the situation.
For whatever reason, even in liberal non-confrontational Seattle, I still get called “fag” to this day, usually from across the street. If they are closer, I simply reply “I know. Does calling me names make you feel better about yourself?” It is a lot to take in all at once, so I have rarely had a reply. That, and I weigh 50 pounds more than I did in high school. That helps.
- What Should I Do If I’m Bullied? (education.com)
- What do I do if I suspect that my child is being bullied? (education.com)
- What is a fag (wiki.answers.com)
- Bullying Lesson Plan for a Bully-Free School (education.com)
- How Common is Bullying? (education.com)
- Social Media Reduce Allure of High School Reunions (nytimes.com)
- High school anti-bullying campaigner gets surprise boost from Lagy Gaga (osocio.org)
- Ohio School Scene Of Second Homophobic Bullying Incident (lezgetreal.com)
Get this. I was on the weekly progress reports in junior high. I had to meet with the advisor at the end to go over the form after it was filled out. One time he asked me if there was anything else I wanted to talk about and I said that I was getting picked on a lot in pe and so forth. He told me that it is just what guys do and to not be so sensitive and that I could probably use some toughening up. That it might be good for me. I figured out that I was on my own.
I’m glad that you have outgrown that stage of life in a fruitful way. I was bullied too (for not being black and retarted when I lived in Brooklyn) and got my lunch money taken away, books knocked down and pushed into hallway walls. So now I make a living by being a secret assassin.
SPA, you’re an important individual and I’m happy to have gotten to share a better season of your life with you (although, NM may be quite a bit down there on the ladder of “good seasons of life”, but still…)
NM wasn’t great, but totally different. When you are a kid, you don’t have the perspective and point of reference you do as an adult.
I do plan on visiting NM some day, some day.
I’m glad you wrote the piece because my mom had no clue what to do when I told her I was being bullied. Kids do learn to cope, some better than others; but I hope that now that we’re the adults, we would be a bit more clued in to others’ lives (especially those who are vulnerable).
Exactly. That is who I wrote it for: parents and teachers. I don’t have a large audience of kids that age, I know more people with children. Maybe their kids won’t be bullied or be bullies, but they can be the witnesses to it and help create an environment where it is not tolerated.