LAST EDITED ON Mar-21-11 AT 12:28PM (MST)[p]I was that kid in the 5th grade. Always mad when I got home from being bullied. Finally my parents told me to stick up for myself. As soon as the bully looked at me wrong the next day, i was swinging. I didn't stop even after i was pulled off. When I finally "came to" I was sitting in the office with tunnel vision, looking at the principal, who was saying "Hello, Hellllooooo, anyone home?"
Next year I started to grow and by the time I was a freshman I was 6'0 and 6'5 by senior year. I never let things bottle up that much after that, because I knew I could really hurt someone if I snapped like that again. That is what scares me with bullying. If the bullied are anything like me, everything goes black and you just start swinging.
I got suspended, but Ironically the bully did not due to me throwing the first punch. (even though he had given me crap for a couple years)
I wouldn't take those lessons back in a heartbeat though. Mom came and picked me up with a big smile on her face. She even knew what had to be done.
I am teacher now, and its really hard for me to not tell my students to give a bully a knuckle sandwich.
"Like a midget at the urinal, always be on your toes!"
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