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Discussion in 'General Discussion Forum' started by Serifan, Aug 9, 2006.
I had bad dyslexia when I was younger does that count?
Well just to add something useful to the conversation.
It is amazing at the cruelty kids are capable of.I remember this one kid in middle school,now i can't remember what disability he had,but he had these metal leg braces and had a hard time walking even with them on.Some of the kids would often trip him on the stairs and laugh when he couldn't get back up.They would even pelt him with pennies while he was on the ground.
There were several times i happened upon this on the stairwell between classes,and i could never understand what kind of enjoyment they could derive from picking on someone so helpless.Mind you these were the "cool" kids doing this both boys and girls.Hell there was a Jewish teacher they would make nasty comments about to her face just for the hell of it.
There was another kid whom was crippled,but they didn't dare pick on him as his brother went to the same school and was one huge MoFo,and would have kicked their asses like they had never been kicked before.
Since i was introverted,and had no use for fitting in,some of these same kids tried to mess with me.Their problem was that they mistook that for weakness.If you weren't part of their group,or didn't have a friend or relative they were afraid of,they would take that as an open season sign on you.
It was actually sort of funny,because as long as their problems with me consisted of verbal insults i didn't give a flying crap.I couldn't care less what they thought,or said,about me.Because of that they thought they could step it up a notch to physical bullying.Big mistake as i used to have a mean streak in me a mile wide.
I still remember when one guy,whom delighted in insulting me and my family to the delight of that group,decided to actually lay his hands on me.I picked him up and slammed him on his head faster than he could blink.It was funny listening to him crying on the ground and saying crap like"I thought we were friends and friends tease each other".I spat on him and told him he was never my friend.
After that i went through several months of fighting with guys from that group.I would kick ass and sometimes have my ass kicked.
The biggest indignity i suffered during that time was when i was thrown out of school because of my ongoing fights with them.Apparently it was ok for them to tease me in class,the hallways,before and after school and to start fights with me,but because of their complaints and their parents of my reaction towards them i was the one often found in the wrong.Popularity and the affluence of ones parents played a huge role in the school deciding on how to deal with these things.
Still my best memory of that time was just completely losing it,during a fight,with one of those jackoffs.I blacked out during it and came to with me kicking him in his head begging me to stop and blood just squirting out his ears everytime i kicked him,and him being taken away in an ambulance.It was brutal.After that i never had another problem with that group but i was marked whenever somebody wanted to prove how tough they were.Meanwhile all i ever wanted was to be left the hell alone.
When I was 10 my family moved to another city, so I enrolled to a school there. Since I was the "new kid" around, and particularly because most of the girls in our class seemed to like me, the usual school jackasses didn't miss the opportunity and teased me for some months.
Now that the years have passed and I see these guys still hanging around all by themselves with no girls in sight, or any other friends for that matter, I get my sweet revenge knowing that I did something better in life than them...
This thread is funny, all the post are basically the same:
"I was bullied till I kicked their asses" and "My life is so much better than theirs now"
Just an observation, please keep kicking your bullies into the hospital and driving past their trailer homes in your Bentley below.
It is Karma my friend. do bad things bad things will happen, do good things good things will happen.
7th- 1st half of 9th Yes/10-12, nope.
I had my ass handed to me pretty good a few times.I think the main theme would be sticking up for yourself.Also i know that a few of the guys i used to war with are doing a lot better than what i am,and a few are doing a lot worse.I don't think you can grab a life lesson out of this with the evil mean blue meanies getting their just desserts and the poor picked on hero going on to great things.I see it more as BS'ing.Some of my best friends are people i couldn't stand,nor they me,back then.
Probably the only moral you could grab is that people move on and what happened in school really doesn't mean anything on who you or they become in life.
Though i wouldn't have minded a Hollywood type ending with the hottest chick in school going to prom with me.
bwahahah, that did happen to me.
but that had nothing to do with bullying at all, since i hadn't really been bullied since i got to that school. in fact, i still cant figure out why she asked me (i had intended to ask her, but i kept postponing it because i couldn't work up the courage to do so). just one more thing to chalk up to the good old "i dont understand women at all".
but the fact remains: :rule:
Haha, this is gonna be a long one
During primary school, I was always the odd one out, and had 2 other friends i used to hang out with. Anyways, was always picked on about being a redhead ect(I had heaps red hair back then, and I'm also ADD so I took pills for it that i got teased about aswell heh). It was always by the same group, the year above us and some people in my current year. Anyways year 4 I moved out of that school because my mum had a fight with the principle, to a school i went to in grade 5, then grade 6 I went to Holland where I went to the international school(jumped from start of grade 6 to start grade 7) and was there for year 7 and 8.
Was really not too much bullying at all there, very diverse and multicultured. Had one guy(english guy) that pushed me against some computers in the computer lab once so I tripped him over and walked off trying to brush it off.
Anyways, came back to australia and redid year 8. Let me just tell you, I'm finishing up year 11 and I still havn't really learned anything at all. So those 2 years of the international bachorloreatte was the equivelant of 4 years of australian public school standards! So I got picked on for being nerdy and shit, made some friends with the 2 biggest rat bags in the school. I constantly got picked on and bullied throughout year 8. Year 9 I made friends with the outcast group.
Year 9 was probably my turning point. At this point i was about 5"11 and 60 kgs/140 lbs to you yanks But I found my love in lifting weights. And soon I shot up to around 80kgs, fairly over-average size in this school. Anyways, the people in the year above me in primary school were the year ahead of me here, and they continued with their old taunts and teasing, but not just them, the "cool group" of my year also teased and taunted me. I remember the snapping point being in sport class, where the "leader" of the cool group was playing basketball on the opposite team, and i had my back turned to him and he kept softly punching me in the kidneys whispering "what u gonna do huh" So I turned around and said "You know what, FUCK YOU" and punched him in the face, but he kinda blocked it by raising his shoulder, and my fist kinda slided up his neck/face. He came to school the next day with a purple bruise all up the side of his neck/face! I got a detention for it i think.
Year 10, I was 6"3 and about 100kgs, pretty friggin big at 16. Start of the year, one of the kids in the popular group, i'm sure everyone knows one like him, he was one of those kids that was ALWAYS a smartass to you, tried to demean everyone and was just all round nasty. Well we were playing a game of volleyball, just muckin around, he was on the other team and I missed a pretty easy shot by not paying attention as i was talking to this chick next to me. Anyways he goes "Hah fuckin butterfingers, nice one maybe you'll get a point next time u retard" Don't know what happened but I just snapped, went all cold and calm, walked up to him, punched him in the stomach(at that time I had been doing professional wrestling for 6 months) and got him in a headlock and took him down straight away, and told him "You ever fuck with me again and it won't be your stomach that gets punched you hear me?" He nodded, then i got up, and being the gentleman That I am, I picked him up, and started to walk away However he grabbed me around the neck in a choke.
Now, he's 5"10, I'm 6"3, you tell me which one of us has the longer arm span So I told him to let go, he didn't, so i grabbed him with my right arm and squeezed untill we got broken up by one of his friends, went on my way to play the next game like nothin happened, then got called in to the office, and i explained what happened, apologized, I was looking at his face the entire time, however he did not look at me once, and gave a limp handshake.
Now after both of those incidents I wasn't teased by my year level. However there was still the matter of the year 11's(me n my friends were in year 10). Anyways, was one time around the oval, we were playing a game of football with another group of year 10's we were friends with, and the biggest guy in year 11 took the ball. This was a guy noone wanted to tackle or anything. He had about 2 inches on me, but I had a solid 5 kgs on him. So one of my friends tried to chase him and he outran my friend and went to run straight through me thinking i'd move aside, but instead he ran into me and(as I've learnt in wrestling, all about balance and everything) I grabbed him and stopped him in his tracks, then he dropped the ball and got me in a headlock(possibly THE STUPIDEST move you can EVER make in a fight, so none of you guys ever, I mean EVER put somebody in a headlock unless you do something straight afterwards), I just grabbed him by his waist and right leg, and did a sort of german suplex, with about 250 people watching, mainly year 12's 11's and 10's, as I suplexed him backwards into the ground, he was left moaning on the ground for 10 minutes. All that happened was he got some bruises on his neck/back and had to get his back cracked by a chiro.
So after that, I've gotten the reputation as an absolutely ruthless fighter and someone people were afraid to start shit with. Basically, MAN THE HELL UP, FACE your problems and tackle them BY THE HORNS!
Oh and a little bonus for people that actually read all that I've also got the reputation of an absolute psyho from numerous incidences, punching a hole through a portable classroom, ripping my locker door of it's hinges, getting thrown THROUGH a door by a mate and laughing our arses off and then the biggest crazy act was as follows.:
Year 11, midway through term 3, I'm standin at 6"6 and 115 kgs, still with my group of "outcasts", we are all fairly crazy haha. Anyways me n my mate(whos absolutely nutz, awsome guy that is so athletic does backflips off things ect, cky/jackass style) decided to film a little skit in the year 11 locker room(it's actually the science wing with 4 science rooms, but it jus houses our year 11 lockers. My mate and another friend(who was filming) came up with the idea, start filming from the end of the hallway(there were about 50 people present) and it would show my mate being thrown out of a classroom in a hall and then thrown into the ceiling mimicking his head being cracked on the ceiling, then thrown into the wall. So we started filming, through him outa the classroom into the corridor, picked him up and threw him up(the plan was for him to tuck his chin into his chest so as to minimize damage done to him) so instead, he looked up, and actually went THROUGH the roof, about SHOULDER high in plaster, he fell down, I picked him up and threw him into the wall, the area he hit was the actual wooden framework, and he took a large chunk out of the wall and the framework, and was knocked unconcious for 3 minutes. That was some good fun, still waiting to get the film.
So year, my high school in a nut shell so far, 4 weeks till year 11 exams bitches!!
funny, we just talked about that at Krav Maga training.
however, saying a headlock is stupid in all conditions isn't quite fair to some sports who teach the headlock (Krav Maga doesnt). if a headlock is done correctly & the person knows the possible countermeasures than you might be in big trouble. (however, people who usually use headlocks are wannabe's who don't have a clue. *thank god*)
if manning the hell up means weighing 115kg, i'll pass. (noi)
but i agree, a lot of things can be sorted by taking them on head on instead of avoiding them. (still, some are better to be left alone...)
euhm, i think i can safely say that i'd have been expelled if i did any of this at the school i went to at your age.
Haha, yea, as I said the only time you should ever get someone in a headlock is if they are stunned/you are able to do something RIGHT AFTER applying the headlock, as i did with performing a takedown. But seriously, there are atleast 5 ways I can think of to get out of a headlock right now.
And at 6"6, 115 kg's isn't actually that crazy. A helluvalot bigger than the average person you'll see in the street yes, but I'm nowhere near my goals yet.
And by taking the bull by the horns, it doesn't JUST mean via violence. You can take the bull by the horns without violence, but by being firm and knowing what to do in the situation rather than sulking away from it. It's always good to know when to run too though
Oh and about the last thing, I think the fact I'd made friends with the vice-principle and helped him out with many student related problems, and had stopped numerous fights helped. That and the fact me and my friend went right to him after we did it, and told what happened.
duh, but evasion can be a valid tactic sometimes.
Umm, evasion would cover running away. And how is krav maga training?
some problems are simply not worth loosing time over.
lots of fun. there are basically no rules, so you can't break em.
it's very down to earth. no regulations, no dogmas. Krav Maga prefers simple stuff that works, it doesnt need to be pretty. just as long as the enemy is down/incapacitated and you're up, it's all good.
mostly a lot of training based on reactions and instincts. they teach you a lot of techniques, but they don't expect you to mindlessly copy them. they want you to convert them to something that works well for you. in the end, you stop thinking and everything comes on instinct.
i started off going to the trainings with a friend, just because i needed to do some sport (and i wanted to learn something useful along the way). but now i'm really glad i tagged along.
anyhow, we got a good teacher and we train with about 10 to max 15 at a time. about half of them are usually cops, the other half are usually university students. some chicks too, which is always nice. most of them have a martial arts background, but i dont (well, i got a few years of karate when i was REALLY young, but it's not as if i remember any of it). still, even my friend that does 6 different martial arts still says he learns a lot with Krav Maga because it's so down to earth, without bells & whistles.
Actually more like like the equivalent of ten years of Australian standards. I joke that my dreams were more educational than most classes.
Sounds like you should try to work on your anger management and impulse control to avoid serious trouble later on.
I'd rather not. Whats wrong with the pussified society now-a-days? Used to be, someone did something really bad to you, and you got the better of them and showed them what's what, you were congratulated!? Now your meant to make complaints whilst still being harrassed? No thx.
When I started high school, at age 14, I was 4' 10", and 235#. I looked like a friggin' ball with legs, man. I got laid in to by every clique you could think of- 'dorks', 'jocks', 'cool people', you name it, they either trash-talked me or whooped my ass. Not that I didn't fight back, verbally or physically, but... In my school, you NEVER got an even fight, it was always group-on-one.
Then, half way through ninth grade, I got sick of it. I started taking tai chi, akido, and grappling classes. I also spent a lot of time working out while listening to Chris Rock, George Carlin, Denis Leary, Sam Kennison, and other comedians who specialized in talking shit about people.
Beginning of tenth grade rolled around, after a full summer of non-stop practicing what I'd been learning, things were different. Partly because I had grown seven inches since the start of the ninth grade, partly because along with the height I dropped 80#, and partly because I challenged the guy that pissed with me the worst to a fight the first day of school.
I kicked his ass, but he had a few too many friends nearby for me to avoid an ass whoopin'. They pounded on me, while I pounded on him. He broke my glasses (GAWD, is that cliche or what?) and I sent him back to the dentist to get his braces realigned, so I think we came out even. But I also got three cracked ribs from a friend of his who wore steel toe hiking shoes, so I lost against his crew. Funny thing is, after that, we never had a problem with each other; and since I was cool with him, his crew backed off, too. I've noticed that a lot. You hate someone, you fight them, you're all right with them. What the hell is that all about anyway?
It's about earning "school yard respekt" as cheezy as it sounds.
Edit: It really is about that. You let yourself get picked on and crap, you're an easy target for someone that wants an ego boost. You give those same people trouble and they won't bother you afterwards.
Be mindful of the bullshido, young grasshoppers.