Bully for you!
My new Wonderland column is up, and it's about bullying. Read it if you know what's good for you.
And wow, may I just say, now that I've done all this reading about school bullies, I am looking forward to Henry's entry into kindergarten a little bit less. Would it send the wrong message if I sent him to school in a helmet? Or a bubble?
I'm also realizing how easy I got off, bully-wise, in school. I regularly received threatening notes in junior high, but no matter how many times I learned that I would soon get the beating of my life, I never did. Perhaps the sniveling dissuaded my enemies. No one likes to get their fists wet.
The worst that happened is that the girls who wanted to beat me instead grabbed my LeSportsSac, mocked its contents, and broke my frosted blue eyeliner against the outside of the school. The sight of glittery light-blue smudged on brick can still move me to tears. Oh, Wet 'n' Wild Azure Dreams! You never had a chance!










March 28, 2008
Reader Comments (26)
Great brains think alike.
Great brains think alike.
Hearing stories about cyberbullying, I'm so glad MySpace didn't exist when I was a teen.
There was a girl in elementary school who picked on me a little bit, but I think I was too clueless at the time for it to be much fun for her. It's only in retrospect that I've realized how mean she was. I can also remember my fourth grade teacher picking on me. She hated my handwriting and would complain about it to the whole class whenever she had me write answers on the blackboard. Good times.
I don't remember talking to her at all. I mostly remember being afraid of her and ignoring her, but I guess I must have been awful. It was pretty humbling.
I personally was a lavender and purple eyeshadow kind of girl in junior high.
Sending my son to kindergarten scared me, however, as have grades 1-5, and while that all seems to have been a-okay, sending my sweet baby to junior high scares the ever-lovin' CRAP out of me. I don't know what I will do if my son comes home and some kid has been bullying him or beating him up. I'm a little scared for him, for myself, and for whichever mystery kid might whomp on him, because I know I will want to run down there to kick the crap out of said mystery middle schooler...
If y'all see a story in the news next year about some crazy lady in LA getting busted for this, you will know it was me.
i remember a lot of cruelty levelled back and forth in elementary school, though it just now occurs to me to think of it as "bullying." doing so makes me feel guiltier about the meanness i was a part of, but it also makes me feel a little worse about the stuff to which i was victim.
of course, i never experienced anything like billy woolf did. that article totally knocked me out.