I always tell students to handle their bullies themselves because the school's not gonna do anything until it goes too far. Told a teacher i was bullied, she used my name when confronting him, apparantly no one told her what "anonymous" meant. My dad gave me the advice "Bullies don't want a challenge they want a victim" and after i beat up my bully he never bothered me again.
Depends on the bully, some do it to make themselves look better and to have a laugh at your expense, others do it because they are simply cruel. Depending on the type of bully, standing up for yourself can get you stabbed, standing up to your bully yourself isn't always the solution so it is best to know what you are dealing with.
I was a weak kid with asthma as a child, but, after puberty, developed gorilla strength in sheeps clothing. Despite all this, I was more afraid of the guilt of hurting people than I was of being picked on. This made me become a prime target of bullying up until high school. One time, one of my bullies was horsing around with me during lunch in the classroom while the teacher was away, I got up l, walked to the front of class and put my fist through two layers of drywall where everybody could see. That hole was left there for the whole semester and the bullies were reminded of it every time my teacher paced around it and taught class. Needless to say, all of my bullies stopped bugging me for good after that day and as a bonus my social status took a huge leap. Nobody got hurt and I was given space.
@@thiccochet I can understand your skepticism, this is the internet, and I'm not here to police your opinion. I obviously vouch for myself and don't claim it to be a picture perfect story in the oversimplified version I gave. For instance, like how the people reacted, it wasn't like they got all excited and I got famous because I fought back against the bully, they were more interested in the fact that I put a hole in the wall didn't care about the reason why. They kept picking at it and doing mock punches on it and I was afraid I'd get ratted out to the teacher. Also the bullies leaving me alone, they weren't physically tough or aggressive people, but, were severely annoying and would never leave me alone no matter how much I asked them. I was at my limit that day and I think they were just seriously worried I'd bloody them up.
@@fluttzkrieg4392 Initially the teacher was pretty upset and was surveying the class to find out who did it. No one fessed up. But, I'm pretty certain at some point he found out I did it (from classmates being non-discrete while gossiping). One of my classmates told me he overheard him saying he suspected it was me. But, in the end he never brought it up. I think he may have just let me off the hook - I was one of the favorites for that class so it might had something to do with it.
I love how 90% of the stories end up with kids fighting back and then the bully stopped and yet that's the #1 thing you're not allowed to do. We're kidding ourselves thinking that at that age "using our words" is the solution. Punching bullies should be allowed.
Totally, they teach you specifically to not fight back or to just "ignore them until they lose interest" yet it doesn't actually solve anything. I think teachers are just afraid of handling the aftermath of dealing with parents.
The bully at my summer camp came up to me to ask about the brain teasers and logic puzzles he heard I was into. I was very nervous, having heard stories but never interacted with him myself. He was a year older than me. Turned out, the kid was a secret nerd and really into puzzles. We bonded and hung out together regularly. I hadn't heard any more stories of him bullying anyone. I think he needed a friend.
Your willingness to interact with him in spite of his actions toward other kids may have changed his life. I'm glad he found a way to bond with someone. Oh, and I love logic puzzles and brain teasers. A lot.
Revenge is a dish best served cold or with driving them insane. You either go the route of embarrassment by destroying them in a fight or making them look terrible in public, or by mentally destroying them, either by getting a little personal or by being overly nice.
Back in middle School. Got bullied by a group a lot, until I had enough at the beginning of my last year. We had a ledge around 1.5 meters higher than the ground below, all covered in little bushes without a handrail at the end of the school yard. They followed me all over the yard, harassing me as usual. I finally snapped as we arrived at that ledge, punched one of them and picked the „boss“ of the group up, and tossed him over the ledge. Jumped after him and kicked the shit out of his ass. The growth spurt that summer really gave me „the upper hand“, a teacher got angry with me for not stopping on him, but I was fine. Bullies deserved a proper beating and I was finally free from their harassment the last year of school
I was severely bullied in high school to the point of developing Panic attacks and anxiety, but in the last year, a new student came to our classroom and he turned the life of my bully into a living hell. The bully never bothered me since, and years later apologized for it after passing through the same thing they had put me into :]
Yeah, all that “We care about our students and will condemn all forms of bullying” is nothing but lip service in most schools. They don’t actually care
I was bullied constantly and mercilessly in high school. While in college, I worked a restaurant job as a supervisor. One of my old bullies came to work for us as a dishwasher. My boss said someone needed to go scrub the dumpster. I said, "I have just the man for the job!"
I had a bully in my football team for several years. Since we were about the same skill level we ended up in the same team almost every year. He and his friends tormented me year in, year out. I never did anything right in their eyes, and everything bad was my fault as well. Worse even, his father was the coach. So nothing got done about it. So one day in winter he took my gloves and started throwing it to his buddy, hoping i'e chase them up and down like a dog. I snapped and i slid full speed into his legs. Snapped his kneebands, and he was out for the rest of the season. His father apparently came by my house later when i wasn't home, and my dad told him that was what he deserved after all those years of bullying. The next year i voluntarely dropped down a team to actually have fun one last season. I stopped playing football entirely after that, just so i wont get back in a team with him.
Finally, one I can use! I taught myself to fight, and took a pencil and paper to recess, and then hid the pencil behind the paper, challenged them to a fight, and then stabbed him 3 times with the pencil. Got in a ton of trouble, but they kept bullying me so I logged onto their school email (everyone had the same password) and deleted all their work on their finals. If you are wondering what they did, they had a gang that would repeatedly ambush me, rip up my work, and stomped on me repeatedly.
Not mine but a friend in Japan. My friend we’ll call Yoshi was a student in northern Tokyo going through junior high. He had a bully named for this Koji who kept saying his dad was Yakuza to avoid retribution. He’d do the usual shit pushing, pantsing, assault, name calling etc. well when Yoshi was crying after a vicious session of bullying a scary dude came over with equally scary buddies and asked “what’s up?” He told them and they told him to ask the bully to meet him by the river tomorrow evening after school. It worked and the idiot showed up to be met by 7 yakuza members and admitted he wasn’t the child of a yakuza boss and never bothered Yoshi again. His dad also had to pay a “bad parent tax” to the yazuka group.
Every story I hear of the Yakuza is them doing cool stuff like this and you start to think of them as Robin Hood types... But then you remember the _reason_ everyone is scared of them is that they are some supremely vicious and cruel motherfuckers who will think absolutely nothing of killing you in the most brutal way imaginable, or worse, sending a _message_
@@Archris17 true but look at the tsunamis that hit in recent memory. The local Yakuza gangs opened their offices to the public so the government organised shelters weren’t overwhelmed. They have a strict code of conduct that doesn’t suffer bullshit from outsiders. Yoshi is still in contact with those yakuza members who check in on him regularly and even payed respects at his mother’s funeral. He’s been trying to pay them back for the kindness but they keep saying “don’t worry we don’t want you to live our lives.”
When I was in second grade there was a small group of boys in my grade. I hung out with them for some reason, but as I was the new kid since I just switched schools, they basically targeted me in any tag kind of game, mainly balltag (which is where the tagger threw a ball at their target to tag them). There were two incidents that branched off here. 1. One of the kids (we will call him Palmer) would not only target me, but also call me names and make fun of me. I’ve never been bothered by insults much, but i began to grow tired of it. Instead of hitting him or anything else of the sort, I found common ground between us (which was that we both play video games) and used it as the foundation to make a friendship with him. He never insulted me again, and we were chill for the rest of the year. 2. The other incident had to do with a kid in the group called Ben, I think. He didn’t insult me like Emmet, but he did throw the ball more forcefully than the others. One time he was the tagger, and threw the ball at me, as expected. I ducked, but instead of fleeing, I sprinted towards the ball on the ground before he reached it, and kicked it away from him with as much leg strength as I could muster. I had already built up plenty of momentum, so it sailed a good distance. I ran towards the others, who were lined up against a wall, but I turned around and lo and behold, Ben was running toward us with the ball in his hand. We all backed up against the wall, and he drew the arm with the ball back, with a grin on his face. I knew what was coming, but with the others on either side of me, and the wall at my back, I was like a fish being shot in a barrel. Ben hurled the ball at me, but instead of going to the stomach like I expected, it sped towards my face! It hit me in between my eyes, and jerked my head backwards. Remember how there was a wall right behind me? I heard two things at that time: a sickening CRACK, followed by a collective “ooooh!” from those around me. I was dizzied for a couple seconds, and struggled to stay upright. Through the red haze of my vision, I saw Ben laughing. At that moment, I felt like a machine powered only by anger. I stepped away from the wall towards him. He stopped laughing. What was once a disoriented stumble gradually became a run. I drew my arm back, and prepared to strike. When I reached him, my arm launched forward, and I gave Ben the right hook of the century into his gut. He got sent to the nurse. I got sent to the principal. Later, while sitting outside the office, I saw Ben stumble by, clutching his stomach. He said, “Why did you do that?” and continued to limp away. My mother picked me up early, and needless to say, we weren’t chill for the rest of the year. I left that friend group.
I mostly only got verbal bullying (not that it's any easier) because I was a very big girl. First day of school the other kids thought I was a teacher & at age 9 I was already taller than my 5' 2" mom & wore like a size 14 women's. I used to actually challenge my bullies to knock me down & these kids would run as fast as they could towards me until they'd bounce off me in such a hilarious way 🤣🤣🤣 I got such a kick out of it.
One time, I was on the morning bus to school, minding my business, talking to my closest friend. For some context, I have this drawing book, which I treat like a diary. I don't really like showing my art to other kids or even my own parents. I was showing my friend them however, since she was like the only person I trusted, and since we were drawing together. All of a sudden, one of my classmates on the bus, I'll call him D, looks over to see what we were doing (it is very hard and rare I have the courage to show off my work, so kids are always begging me to show them). Then, this guy, I'll call R, looks above me, due to him being in the seat behind me and my friend. Then R says something, getting me off guard, allowing this guys I'll call A, to snatch my notebook from me. My friend could see my embarrassed yet angry look through my mask, so she gets out of the way, smart move. I lunge towards A, knowing what will happen if he has it. He also knows what might happen to him (first time he got it from me, i accidently banged his head on the window like 7 times before he gave it back.), so who passes behind him, and this other guy (who I'll call G) has it. R gets it from G, but not quick enough for me to get the book back. I wanna hit them so badly, but I would get in trouble for doing so. So I go back to my seat, trying to act cool. All of a sudden, someone who I'll name U, throws ball of paper at me. I snapped. I stood on me chair and yelled out "F*** YOU", everyone stood silent, maybe shocked I wasn't relaxed all of a sudden. Later, U apologized, and I just accepted it, knowing he didn't know what was going on. This happened again a week later, only this time, I JUMPED on a CHAIR to get my books back. Never again did the kids attempt to take my book, and never again did I take it out of my bag in the bus.
This is more of an accidental revenge, but I'm sure that you're going to enjoy this one. In my elementary years (3rd grade, 1997-98), I moved into a new school where I would ride the bus to and from school. During these bus trips, I was assigned to sit next to this one guy who's five grades above me I'll refer to as Homer (because his looks remind me of a young Homer Simpson). Homer had a habit of making fun of me all in the name of playful banter. At first, it was just simple name-calling and teasing, but after a while, he started to jab at my stomach. It was annoying me. I should mention that at the time, I would bruise easily (I'm thankful that's over with), so every time he jabbed at me, there would be a mark that would appear on my belly. Over time, the bruise on my belly just kept getting bigger. I told the bus driver about it, nothing happened. I told my principal about it, nothing happened. No one was taking me seriously because they saw this guy's actions as playful banter (for those of you wondering why I didn't show the bruise, I was young and dumb at the time). It continued on for eight months. One day, I was feeling green. Why I went to school that day, I don't know, but I strongly believe that it had something to do with perfect attendance. Anyways, I got onto the bus and waited to get to school. Then, the bus picks Homer up. On this day, he was dressed very nicely, but it didn't deter him from his 'playful banter' and he was up to his usual crap. At one point, I looked at him and said, "I'm begging you, please leave me alone." He didn't. He decided to take another jab at my belly. At that moment, my stomach decided to evacuate, and I proceeded to puke all over Homer's nice shirt. I know it lasted a few seconds, but to me, it was an eternity. All of the students who saw it were understandably disgusted. Homer had on what is now known as the surprised Pikachu face. Before anyone could do anything, the bus comes to a stop and the bus driver comes over, yanks Homer out of the seat and takes him closer to the front. They were having a chat that I didn't pay much attention to until I hear Homer yell out, "Why are you punishing me? He's the one who puked on me," to which the bus driver responds, "I saw you punch him. That's why he puked on you." I didn't have it in my heart to correct him. Once we got to school, I was sent to the nurse's office where she checked up on my belly and found that bruise. After that, the bus driver and the principal took my complaints seriously. Homer wasn't on the bus for a few days, but when he returned, he left me well enough alone. He finally took the hint. Of course, every once in a while, someone would remind him not to punch me because I'd puke on him. The cherry on top? The reason he was dressed so nicely was because it was picture day for him. Upon hearing about that, I couldn't help but to wonder how that picture turned out knowing that everyone else who had their pictures that day look nice, then there's this guy who looked like a mess. Before you comment about it, no, it wasn't picture day for me that day.
Talk about karma. I really like stories where bullies get their comeuppance. There's nothing like a heaping slice of instant justice, especially when it occurs naturally.
My bully was in high school, not really a bully but someone who was an asshole to everyone. He ran a RUclips channel, said he could upload some of my stuff, and when he did I hit him with a copyright strike, suspending his account and nearly terminating it. He messaged me telling me to kill myself (as someone who was extremely suicidal, dealing with depression, childhood trauma, etc. I didn’t like that remark.) The next day, my friend and I were in Homeroom. Who sat behind us? The bully and his friend who was just as bad. After minutes of them talking about me as I’m in front of them, I got up and started choking the friend, he tried to throw punches and I returned them while choking him. The main bully got up, yelling “Stop!”, running into me, putting himself in the position for me to put him in a headlock and as I was going to progress the fight, the teacher came in and ran over, pulling my arm from around his neck. I was always the quiet kid in school, and I heard from my friend no one knew what was going on, everyone was watching, shocked. When the school tried to punish me, the witnesses knew the bully/friend were the ones to antagonize me. Fast forward to graduation, bully dropped out, I graduated.
This was in 6th grade. This kid was never a “bully” but wasn’t particularly nice either. He had been constantly making offensive jokes directed towards my friends, specifically me. Near the end of 6th grade on the way out of free period he was making jokes about my sexuality, my mental illnesses, etc. so, and then grabbed me by the arm. Some background to whats about to happen, I had been taking martial arts and self defense lessons, specifically Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. In Jiu-Jitsu, when someone grabs your arm/hand you’re supposed to do a grip break, and the most simple and easiest one is to rotate your hand around their wrist. So anyways, back to the story, he had just grabbed my arm, and of course I did the grip break in an immediate reaction. Unfortunately (for him), I also had a pencil in that hand, so as I twisted my arm, I stabbed him and opened his hand up in a blood-drenching X shape. One day detention. He became a much different person after that and moved away the following year. He had apparently been dealing with some family issues (I think, its been a while) and we’re now friends. He’s much better off.
This makes me think of a story of mine. In sixth grade on field day, this girl whom I'll call 'S' she said something very mean that made me angry. But having been on meds to calm my adhd down and thus helped control my impulsiveness, I didn’t get verbally angry. No, I just tensed my body and bared my teeth at her as a silent show of being angry. 'S' hit her fingernail against my teeth and claimed I bit her, I told the teacher the truth that I didn’t bite her (had multiple witnesses to prove it but no one came to my defense, thanks a boatload) teacher still sent me inside. Payback towards 'S' came a year later, as we seventh graders were doing a joint event with the eighth graders and 'S' along with a friend of hers began picking on me, I kept quiet and tried my best to ignore it. But my older sister whom was a grade ahead of me, she saw 'S' and her friend picking on me. So my sister silently walked towards the two girls, I spotted my sister and started giggling because I knew what was coming. The two girls bothering me asked me why I was giggling, and my sister said 'this' and collided their heads together. They left me alone after that.
Was working at a 7-Eleven soon after the 2008 Recession hit. About a year or 2 after I started (so, around 2009 or 2010) one of my high school bullies came into the store (I say one, because I had a plethora. I was "that" kid who never stood up for themselves, as I would catch hell from the school AND my parents, no matter what I said). We got to talking, as I tried to be civil (since I was on the clock). They asked me if we were looking for people. I told them I wasn't sure, but to put in an application. Handed them the paper, and they filled it out. Something about the situation still felt off, so when I took it back and said good night, I handed it to the owner the next day (we were a franchise store, not corporate) and told them to not hire them. Looking back, I realized this was probably a petty and dick move since it was hard times all around, but I wasn't able to ignore what my gut told me, and my mind was telling me, "They need help, but denied you from getting the help you needed. Start karma now". Turns out my gut and head were right. They got a job at a different place. Heard from their people he was still an asshole, treated fellow employees like dirt, and got into physical altercations with customers. Since then, I have started to live by 2 different phrases I have heard. 1: "Bowling for Columbine" by Michael Moore John Nickols: "I use the pen...because the pen is mightier than the sword. But, you must always keep a sword handy for when the pen fails." 2: Star Trek Voyager S7E7, "Body and Soul" Captain Janeway: "Sometimes diplomacy requires a little saber rattling."
You did the right thing in telling them not to hire him. My sympathies that your teachers AND parents didn’t let you fight back, my friends has s2pd parents like that who always side with whatever the horrible school staff tell them when they punished him for standing up for himself.
There was a guy at my work who kept stealing another kid's lunch. Like clockwork. The bully didn't even hide the fact that he was doing it either. One day, I show up and there's an ambulance there. I thought the kid snapped and did something brutal to his bully. He DID snap, but instead of punching the bully's lights out, or beating him, etc... he had made himself a huge, delicious sandwich. A giant Hoagie. But he replaced his bell peppers with Ghost and Carolina Reapers instead, and made sure there was no water or milk in the shop. Oh how I wish I'd been there to see that... but apparently the bully tried drinking the water from the toilet. lol. Priceless.
I sometimes imagined strangling my minor bully in my last school, because I was overly emotional and couldn't fully get over the incredibly minor emotional bullying in my last 2 schools.
This happened when i was in sixth grade. I (f) was getting on the bus to go home and noticed that all the seats at the back of the bus were occupied by my bully (a guy a few months younger than me) and his friends/my classmates. They were obnoxiously using all the seats for their crap and seating only one person per side (each seat could have two kids) so they were wasting space. I didn't want to sit st the very front of the bus so I decided to sit beside a kif who was in a grade bellow me. He didn't seem to mind and kept to himself, so I thought it would be fine and the bus went on its way. Of course, it apparently wasn't fine. My bully came to the seat across the walkway from me and demanded I move because blah blah blah, I can't remember his stupid reasonings. I told him no because there were no more seats available now and that's when he held onto his seat back and the in front of him and kicked me in the stomach full force. He did it several times and in pain I started to cry. By the time we got to my stop, he was laughing at me and that's when I blew up. I stormed up to him (he had kover back to his original seat by then) and started hammering my textbook filled binder at him, screaming at him with all the force I could muster. I got off the bus, my mom noticed me crying and called the school right then and there. We were both sent to the vice principals office to discuss what happened and I held no shame about what I did, because I was done. He actually got in way more trouble than I did, from what I recall. Barely approached me again unless necessary. Years later in grade 9 we were at the same highschool and heard the news of one of our old classmates had committed self termination. He was crying and I of all people was trying to help comfort him and my other classmates by supplying tissues and holding them, trying to keep myself from breaking down too. Funny how things turn out later on.
I was in third or fourth grade when I had my biggest opportunity to take revenge. Some key details about the bully: Her name was Scarlett or Scarlet (I don't know how to spell it) and was one of those stereotypical popular-blonde-bully type. If you are blonde and are named Scarlet, this may not be about you. ^^ So, we both knew we hated each other. But one time in summer school, she took it too far. She said in preschool I bullied her at the school we were currently in. The truth was, I was in Missouri at the time of preschool and the school was in California. I flatly exposed her for lying. Another time is when I overheard her saying she was moving to Canada, and she was sad. She never cried in front of me, and I have many times. (Also, apparently, she was diagnosed with ADHD but using that as a guilt trip, so yeah. Random fact.) So, what was the most logical thing to do? Bully her right back. I screamed at her, "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, DUMB [censor]?! HOW DO YOU FEEL OF BEING SEPERATED FROM FRIENDS? NOT GREAT, HUH?" She cried. But I kept going on and on. I was "becoming a bully myself," she claimed. I kept saying "You're gonna cry, aren't ya?" or "No wonder why no one likes you!" Am I the jerk? :')
It wasn't revenge, but it worked, and to this day I can't completely understand why really happened. She was my PE teacher, she was on bad terms with virtually everyone, but hated me in particular. I basically just told her I wouldn't tolerate it anymore, rasing my voice a bit, basically nothing more, but I was about to loose it all at that point. She was absolutely pissed, and I thought she was gonna bit me, but after that day she just let me be, and we were in not that bad relationship when I left that school. I guess she was only open to respect me if I was ready to defend myself - or she just realized that it would eventually end up into us physically hurting each other. PS: my parents didn't complain because it would only make things worse (it's not an assumption, it happened before), we didn't change school because I did before (not mainly due to the bulling, but it was one of the reasons) and it didn't help (also I didn't want to), and therapy kinda wasn't on the table (also I doubt we even could really find a good therapist, and it's hard for me to say now if we could afford it). It's not just an ignorance. And I don't think it would do anything if I reported her after leaving that school.
Was bullied by an old rival in high school. I didn’t see her as one but she did, as I later found out. She was the cheerleading captain at the time, and I was a member of the fencing team. She gathered her friends on a Wednesday afternoon and tried to heckle me, and I asked her if that was a good idea. She didn’t know why I was looking so cocky as I was a chick who was 100lbs soaking wet, until I pulled my scabbard for fencing practice from behind the lockers where I had rested it against the wall as I was putting away my backpack. My épée, the long blunt sword we used in that form of fencing, it “slipped” from its scabbard and I asked if she wanted to reconsider her offer and if she’d want to back up about 3 1/2 feet. She accused me of trying to “cut her guts open” with my épée. I didn’t get in any trouble because a teacher had been watching the whole thing and called her a liar. That teacher was my 9th grade Biology teacher who we both shared the same class with, and he wouldn’t let it go, making fun of her for the rest of the year. It helped my case that I was his favorite as I was the straight-A student and she wasn’t. I didn’t have much of a social life and didn’t care much about friends outside of academics, music, and fencing.
Ok so not me getting revenge directly, but me orchestrating someone else getting revenge for me. So i had this “friend” who i would occasionally hang out with in college, we would chat, and he seemed to be a generally chill guy most of the time, but one day, i told him what i wanted to be when i grew up, i wanted to be a palaeontologist. He didn’t understand, and thought i wanted to be like indiana jones, so i tried explaining to him that there are many different kinds of natural and historical ologies, like mineralogy, and geology, but he didn’t listen, and kept on mocking me, calling me Indiana Jones over and over. Obviously we stopped being friends. I ended up planting myself into another friend group, one i am still very much friends with today. I told them the same thing, and they were all very accepting. One day, at lunch, my “old friend” comes over to my table to mock me, saying the same things as usual. I was sat with my friends at the time, so they heard everything. I had already told them about him, but this was the first time they had seen him in action. In that moment i was just really annoyed, i wanted to do something, but, being a lanky kid, I couldn’t do anything. But, i realised i had one friend who could do something. He was this Chinese kid, same age as me, and he was BUILT. Not like body builder built, with all the rippling, vein popping muscles, no, more like the kinda chunky, man-baby looking built. Me and him came up with a plan. The college we went to had this big garden out the front, and it didn’t have any cameras or security, so people used it for less, educational purposes (empty packets of condoms, lube, cigarettes and pills were often found there, hidden under the hedge rows) like fighting. The bully often goes to watch the rugby team kids fight, but never participates. One day, my friend joins the fight for one session. There was a thing where you could ask anyone from the crowd to fight, and the rest of the audience voted for or against that person fighting. My friend chose to fight the bully, and almost everyone in the crowd voted for him to fight, why? Because my other friends had been videoing the bully mocking me at every opportunity, and had spread these videos all around the school. People were generally nice at my school, and these fight were respectful, honourable fights, with each fighter congratulating the other at the end, so they knew that this bully was no good, so they voted for him to fight my friend. He had to fight, as was the “rules”. My friend absolutely floored the bully, picking him up, throwing him on the floor, gut punching. The bully couldn’t even fight back. The fight ended when the bully was on the floor in the fetal position, whimpering to himself, asking for it to stop. My friend got a one day suspension, and a Saturday night detention, the kind of stuff you get if you skip half a class, the bully didn’t come in for a day or two. When he did come back, he had no idea that i had planned the entire thing, and so tried to mock me again. In that moment, my friend sat down next to me and made DEAD eye contact with the bully. He scampered off, back to his table, all alone. He didn’t come near me any more. Good fecking riddance. Gees, i just realised how long this story is, soz.
Imagine seeking legal action about someone punching your client in the face, only to realize that person had been secretly fed juices of a nature that wont be specified to them without their consent Bruhh
I don't remember much but I was bullied for almost the entirety of middle school, as a guy with Asperger's I can't handle stress very well I often had panic attacks, but sometimes I managed to respond either beating my bullies with my boney arms or throwing the first object that I had in hand one time I either threw a backpack or a chair
I'm a audhd nonbinary lesbian, and was out about this at the time (7th grade). There was a girl who would always annoy me about it, call it a sin, jokingly ship me with girls she knew, take photos without consent of me, and harass me and make fun of me over my autistic and ADHD traits. Thing is, one of my autistic traits is my special interests. One of which is finding dead animals and naming them Jerry. I found a dead roach (Jerry the 6th), and kept him in a cereal cup for a month (didn't do this with any other Jerrys so don't worry lol). At the end of that month, I grew extra tired of the bully, as she had started touching and messing with my stuff. I created a plan to have my cereal cup next to me during class that day, so she'd open it, and I could throw it at her. Plan worked perfectly, and that day, she took the paper off to see Jerry the 6th. I threw him at her, and she screamed like a bitch. I didn't get in trouble, because the teacher hated her too, and she was the one who opened it. Ended with me taking Jerry the 6th outside, and laying him next to some flowers. Rest in peace, Jerry the 6th. You were a good dude. A more chill story was in 3-4th grade or so, maybe younger, when I had one of those fuzzy ball keychains on my backpack. At the end of the day when we lined up to walk home, this one kid would go behind me and keep playing with my keychain, even after I told him to stop. One day, I turned around and shoved him. I apparently had hella hidden strength, because I pretty much threw him on his ass with that shove. He started crying while his friends immediatly backed off seeing me drop a relatively athletic kid in one light swing. He never touched my stuff again. Nowadays when people even start to bully me, I hit them with my bag of stim toys (mostly made of hard plastic mind you).
I have a story. I was fat, tall and nerdy. I had a lot of encounters with bullies since kindergarten. Once in fifth grade our teacher organized a 3 day trip to another city. Girls got rooms for 2, 3, and 4 people and boys got one room for 5 people and one room for 6 people. Because I wasn't very liked i got into the room for six with three of my bullies and 2 of their friends (they weren't bad just their friends) day one i was picked on no big deal. But second day we had sort of relax phase. At this time main bully was sitting on a bed and throwing insults at me. I'm very close and tied to my family and he targeted them for some reason. At first i just walked around the table with hands behind my back trying to comeback but i wasn't able to. And finally he threw insult so big in caliber I snapped. Around this table were heavy, tall (around 130 cm) wooden chairs. And in my fury i grabbed one and lunged at him. 4 guys had to hold me and the chair or else his face would have been smashed, he was standing on the bed in the corner of the room staring at me like I was a serial killer. After some time our teacher walked in and tried to defuse the situation. I enraged, with tears coming down my face just had to sit there and talk this out. After the incident i learned that he farted on my face while I was asleep. And also whole class got hold of this info and we still sometimes talk about this. After that no one dared to mess with me (for real at least) and i got that new strongman nickname attached to me. I also became friends with him LOL.
When I was in 6th grade, I had to do a partner essay with this boy who sat next to me on the book we had read. BTW, nothing was wrong with him, and didn't have any sort of mental disability. Anyways, I had to practically hand feed him all the answers and baby him through the entire thing while still working on my side of the project. Fastforward, we were falling behind and I needed to do something about it. I told him that if he didn't step up his working pace, I would complete the project without him and tell the teacher. He said he would work on it, but he never did. So on the last class period, I worked on the project and finished it by myself. He complains says, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHAT SHOULD I DO????? and all that shiz. I tell him to look over the essay, read and correct it but he just complains and complains. In the end, i send him a copy of the fully edited document and tell him only to change the name at the top. He reads over it and gets really angry that nothing was his, and begins to make sexist comments like, "this is why all girls are snakes", "this is why all men have to work, while women can sit around doing nothing", etc. After a full 5 minutes of taking his verbal abuse about my gender and body, i turn to him in a blinded rage and say in my most harsh voice, "[boy's name], shut the f*** up and do the god**** work. If you don't want to do anything, thats fine. But dont expect me to hold your hand like your four, im not your mother." Needless to say, he came crying to the teacher after class saying he wanted to be moved. I feel bad about being so mean to this boy, but i do hope that he learned that making rude comments and slacking off will get you into some very serious trouble.
I feel like your indignance and anger was justified, he was being a jerk, but hopefully in the future you'll have more options/flexibility and can stay away (or get away) from those people and/or situations ^W^
I had a nervous breakdown one day after my bully (who ironically was also a much bullied kid) kept on stealing my stuff - I was, at the time, cursed to sit next to him "thanks" to my homeroom teacher in middle school (I'm telling y'all, middle school is brutal). So at one point, I started crying out of frustration, grabbed my pencil case and started hitting this guy (my bully) with it. He was laughing for a bit, up until he suddenly stopped, stood up with a shocked look on his face and went out of the room. The room was dead quiet. Turns out, the tip of my compasses was peeking out of my pencil case and I didn't notice it, I was far too busy scream-crying at this guy that he should leave me the fuck alone already while I gave him hit after hit with my pencil case. The tip then got in contact with his forehead, made a small hole and caused him to bleed - at least he left me alone then. And he left me alone further down the line as well. Never had any problems with him again, we're now on cordial terms after our graduation. Bonus points: My English teacher noticed first what went on - she knew what kind of relationship I had with this guy and made sure that I wasn't to blame. In return, he got blamed for it all, lmao. Karmic justice.
I got epic revenge on my bullies too! Me and my sister were just talking in a wooden pavilion in an elementary playground about 5th grade. Then the girl who bullied us both started fighting us. My jaw was hit on the side of the pavilion wall , i didn’t cry but I know I went into a blind fit of rage actually pinning her down and punching her in the jaw too. Bearing in mind she was way taller than me and in the grade above but after I got up I watched her tearfully cry and me and my sister laughed knowing that we had our revenge. She served it because she had been bulling us for the majority of elementary. Let’s just say she never bullied us again not even in high school.
The only year when I was NOT harassed at all was freshman year, during the zoom year, when no one really had the energy for anything. in kindergarten and elementary school, I was weaker, slower, and lesser academically than almost everyone else. Most of the harassment I got was physical. Once, in first grade, a little white-blonde kid, about half my height, side kicked me in the chest. I barely felt the impact, and then punched him in the gut, and he collapsed like a hay sack. That did not deter him and his friends from continuing to harass me for the entire 4 years that I studied in Russia. But, in fourth grade, on several occasions, I had them. When the blonde kid elbowed me in the back while we were on a typical 15 minute break, I turned around and pushed him hard, throwing him to the floor. Another instance was when he and a few others surrounded me in the hallway, one of them dropped me, and I proceeded to trap his foot between my ankles, and he fell over too. in sophomore year, this kid Chad often harassed me and a few others, such as stealing everyone's backpacks, forcing me and a few others to chase after him. Once, a Senior actually beat him up for it. I wish I saw that, but hearing about it was nice, too.. He is a bit chubby, and physically weak. Every time we arm wrestled, I beat him within 5-10 seconds. and any time he tried to fight me, I just twisted his arms everywhere, often dropping him to the floor. I have the advantage of height, but still. Did that deter him and his friends from harassing me, even into senior year? Nope. Every time he tries, I put him back in his place. Very satisfying.
TL;DR: A girl who had a crush on my brother stole his signed Chewbacca Funko Pop, and would only give it back unless he saw OUaTiH with her. He tricks her into thinking that our dad is a police officer, gets arrested, and charges weren't pressed because she told her parents. She still does it. Not me, but my brother had a female bully in high school who had a crush on him but didn't seem to realize that she was being a bully. I should probably mention that this took place in summer 2019, so all of the following events are fairly recent. On one day while he was in school, she broke into his house, stole his Chewbacca Funko Pop signed by Peter Mayhew (R.I.P.), and wouldn't give it back unless he went out with her. He agreed to a movie (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood) but said that his dad was a cop and that he would be dropping him off in a police car. Our dad is not a cop. He instead called the police, told them what happened, and asked one of them if he could go along with his plan. The officer then got the most devilish grin on his face and agreed. She waited outside the movie theater when a cop car pulled up. 'Great', she thinks. That is until the officer told her to put her hands behind her back. She laughed it off at first, but got a look of dread when the officer told her that it wasn't a joke. My brother then stepped out of the police car in a dress shirt and suit, said 'Allow me to get the door for you', opened the back door, and the officer put her in. Long story short, when she, my brother, and the officer got back to the police station, my brother said that he wouldn't press charges unless she told her parents what she did and why she did it, and gave him back his prized possession. 4 years later, She still keeps up with that old schtick and was put on probation because of it.
He picked on me in HS for 2 years, the 3rd year when he first started trying again, I snapped, stood up, spun around and slammed my desk/chair into his head. I got detention for it, but he never tried to bully me again. Violence is not always the answer, but sometimes it is the perfect one.
Remember one time I was in second grade there was this one guy who was always around with his friends that just liked to bully anyone he came across. Unfortunately I was one of them because I reacted as telling him to stop and so on. Appearantly that was funny for him and one day he figured that he could push me around and do some minor stuff like that. Not really beating but in that direction. The second I would try to defend myself or fight back he would go to the teacher and his friends would always say that he was innocent and I was the bad guy and since the teacher didnt gave a shit and just saw five people vs one she believed them and gave me a long text to handcopy. Sadly they found out that I didnt even HAVE to do anything, they could just go to the teacher and complain and I would get punished. Eventually I just used the printer to do that because I had better stuff to do than writing the same text for one hour basically every day and noone noticed. Over time he went harder on other people, not me though because I could always run goddamn fast so he could never catch me. However he did stuff like stealing crutches, push people down the stairs (yeah he DID that, noone got hurt ever but still) and let his buddies hold down people while he just did things like empty their bags and so on. One day on the yard he and his friends split up and when I ran they came from multiple sides. Dunno what my brain told me but at that moment my violent side just took over and I turned around and wanted to kick him. Sadly he ran a little like the naruto run so when I just pulled up my foot I hit him directly below the ribcage into the midriff. Guy just fell over and was gone. Took him a minute or so to wake up again but after that he never even looked at me. Later they went to the teacher and told them I hit him unconcious but nobody could tell because it left no mark. She DID believe them but since nobody could prove anything she just gave me the usual task and didnt care. I just looked at them with the best manical grin ever and that was when they never even came near me. I know I was wrong and overreacted but I cant help but always feel good about it.
I kinda believe your story cuz teachers usually dont give a F. Thats whats really Sad. They cant interviene directly against the bully, and things gets nastier by this lack of attitude. If i was a teacher, I would give them bullies hell on earth.
In 2nd grade, I was bullied. Until I blew snot all over his jacket in winter. That shit froze to him and then my bullying problems stopped all elementary. All his friends stopped bullying me too.
Once when I was in my 9th grade this girl was badmouthing me all the time. I even cried once. But one day I stood up to her. She didn't took that well. So in the end of the school insted of using her words like all the time she used her hands. I was packing up my things when suddenly she came at me like a raging psycho while screaming like an animal. My fight or flight mode kick in and I automatically chose to fight even though I am certainly not a fighter. So I grabbed my pencil case and hit her nonstop. She backed down a bit like a hurt puppy and came at me again like a bull. I hit her again and again. In the end her friend had to separate us. I am really proud to say that when that happened I was untouchable to her. But you know what's the funny part. We are good friends now. And she didn't seem to remember it and I didn't brought it up either.
I got bullied by some kids called Mariano, Iago and Oliver. I was the quiet kid, and one day, they all started sharing the quiet kid memes in class, and they started bullying me more than ever bc I couldnt fight back bc I didnt have a gun. So one day, I got my dad's Airsoft gun and when we where in math, th teacher asked the sqare root of random numbers, a girl said "64" and I reached into my bag, calling out "MM". Half the kids in my class bolted to the doorwhen I got out the fake gun and pointed it at Mariano. He fainted and I laughed. I got to eat mcdonalds that night for fighting back. The headteacher was angry and sent my parents letters, but they knew what a hard time I was having so I didn't get in trouble
He was my bully since first grade until freshman year in highschool! Had no idea why he picked on me, maybe cause he could tell I was different! Yeah gay, but I didn't have the vocab at 7 years old! Some have told me he might have been jealous because I am a Latino with blond hair and green eyes, and teachers and school staff went goo goo ga ga for me! Others that it was a nationalistic thing he being Puerto Rican and I Mexican! It's true that he didn't like Mexicans, but it wasn't that! When I got to HS everyone who I knew from the beginning of elementary school were shocked when they "discovered" I was Mexican, they couldn't believe it, they were like "dude all these years I thought you were PR", or "dude stop lying I know you since Kindergarten or first grade and I know for a fact you're PR", "I know your aunt from church and she is PR" yes my Aunt is PR and she is married to my father's brother, and you know he is Mexican! Yeah it couldn't have been the PR vs MEX thing, and I think the most logical is the first he could just tell I was different in first grade! One day in highschool he stopped by my house, he picked on my little brother 8 years old and I snapped! I got a metal bat, he got scared, he backed off, he fell off his bike, (the frighten look on his face was so satisfying to see) he began crawling, he started screaming, he got up fast as I was walking towards him swinging that bat, he ran off screaming! The sound of his screams bring me such satisfying joy when reminiscing! He stopped bothering me, stopped coming to school, he joined a gang, I walked in front of his corner once. He wanted to do something because he thought the gang was going to back him. They humored him with a one on one fight but he backed off when they told him solo! After that gang leadership greeted me with a high five and hug, ex bully didn't realize we all went to the same Catholic church growing up, bully's family wasn't Catholic, and also I was friends with some of their sibs in school! Back in the day gangs didn't really harass you in the street if they knew you were from the neighborhood, at least in Chicago! The look on his face when he saw them hugging me, I couldn't help but smile, but inside I was 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! He never bothered me again! Eventually the neighborhood gentrified and his family as renter's couldn't afford to live in the neighborhood anymore, so they moved and I never saw him again until one time on the city bus. I was 22, tall 6'3" and buff, he had not grown still the same height, he is as tall as my aunt who is 5'5", so shorter than the average male and he was soft and pudgy! I don't think he recognize me, I sat across him, looked at him up and down with contempt, he saw me looking at him and I noticed an uncomfortable look on his 👀! He got up with his SO, also short, and they moved closer to the driver! Never saw him again, friends who left the life told me he never went on to achieve a higher rank, he'd been in and out of jail a few times, but the last time he was caught dealing crack cocaine so he is in prison for a very long time! There's a difference between being in Jail and being in Prison look it up! I used to feel satisfaction that he ended up so shitty, but now knowing he is in prison I feel sorry for him!
I put a kettlebell into an old backpack, and when she came at me in the hall that day I swung it and broke her jaw, along with some ribs. I fled after beating her and skipped school for the day. It was Friday, and a three day holiday weekend. She had to have her jaws wired shut and urinated blood for a week. I never got busted for it, she was too scared to name me as her assailant. I had hidden the kettlebell and the old backpack.
Not my story, but my dad tripped over the bully when he was picking on my fathers friends. Lets call my dad "Bob" and the bully "Jason". So Jason pins Bob against a garage wall and brings his fist up to punch Bob in the face. Bob, being Bob, ducked and Jason hit the wall with his fist. This wall was a brick wall by the way. So Jason staggers back clutching his arm. Jason says something like "I'll be back for you" or "You'll pay for this", like a stereotypical bully. Next week, Bob goes to school to find out that Jason broke his pinkie finger. Never messed with Bob or his friends again.
I was at multiple schools but I've only got two good stories. 1: Foster brother was 7 years older than me, 2x taller and 2-3x heavier. I was a tiny primary school kid and every day he'd thrash me attempting WWE moves on the trampoline then getting the other foster siblings to stomp on me while I was down. I lost it one time when I was 7, lifted him over my head and threw him off a trampoline onto the hard ground. Took all my energy and adrenalline in one shot and he got back up right after and got his revenge, but damn if it wasn't worth it. 2: At age 8 in school someone was bullying my friend and I threatened to give them a knuckle sandwich (having only first heard the term a few days prior). He persisted, and I accidentally gave them a literal knuckle sandwich. Couldn't pull my hand out of his mouth and had to get a teacher to help.
My dad was bullied for his height and weight (short, underweight). A group of guys constantly picked on him until one day he lifted a desk with one arm and threw it at the bully's direction, which hit the blackboard. A week after, he picked up the kid and threw him off a balcony. The bully landed on the gym teacher and my dad got in trouble. Well not actually in trouble. They called my grandpa about it and he literally said I'd my dad didn't fight back, he'd do something about it himself. Nobody messed with my dad after that
If you get slapped for 2 solid minutes, that makes you realize nobody actually liked you, and that you are far weaker than you thought you were. I wouldn't be surprised if that kid was meek the rest of the school year atleast.
Glad to have never really been picked on or bullied in elementary or high school (helped I'm a big guy) but in high school it was probably because I broke the jaw of a guy who threatened my brother at a party they were both attending (my brother was drunk and was making out with the dude's gf, while my brother had a gf at the time. Guy was like 6 foot 2 and played football) I was called by my brother's friends to pick him up since I don't drink, brother insulted the dude, he pulled his fist back to punch my brother, I pushed his arm out of the way and hit him across the jaw with my elbow and broke it (never got in trouble, think he was too embarrassed I did it so easily, though I was taking martial arts at the time)
i have been bullied several times with different revenge strategies. The first time, I had a bully in year 3 (of course he had a massive boy gang and was at least a year older than me) Can't remember what he did really only remember 4 things he did. 1: mock me about liking cars (I'm a girl btw) 2: being really sexist. 3: ask me if I was gonna vomit everytime he saw me (bro you didn't even know what it meant until I told you) 4: tell me girls can't read. Not really big things but oh well. Once I was in year 7 and saw him again, I kicked him in the balls and beat the shit outa him until he cried. The second time, in year 6 my now ex bestie, body shamed me, made fun of me, mocked me and such. I didn't do anything and the teachers never believed me because of our "friendship." She was still irritating in year 7 so I told on her. Thank GOD! I sat next to her in every lesson (thanks primary teacher for telling the school we are trustworthy to sit next to each other and get along well) anyway she got moved in all of them. I do sit next to her in Spanish now, but she's matured since year 6 so I have her a second chance. No forgiveness. If you want my forgiveness you have to.. I don't know ig beg on your knees. I'm not a forgiving person. And I'm being bullied now. Online my classmates are absolute shits. They started being homophobic and shit so obvs I reported it. It didn't do that much except for if it got worse, they would have a chat. Then they started calling me mushroom. (I have short hair and I'm a girl so they call me that because idk) they also called me greasy chips. I got offended at "shut the fuck up lesbo" because I am lesbian and the person that they were talking to was not lesbian and was a "fat" and "ugly" person according to the world. But it got worse, you apparently can't stand up for yourself when there are 20 people on the other side and 1 on yours. I stood up for myself. But nope. They didn't have any of it. They started insulting my art, (bro I can draw way better than you, saw your art homework and it was a circle and line. Meanwhile I can draw realistic portraits of most people) then they started it physically in the corner of the ground, so no teachers could see. I came home wet on Friday because they poured my water all over my head. THEN they went and told me to kill myself. Multiple times. In passing. In person. Through texts. Through any form of messaging system. If it weren't after Christmas, I would have got those death rose things as a present. That's how bad the death threats were. Oh did I say death threats? Yes that's right. They said if I didn't do it myself they'd do it. And I don't have any proof. I do throw pretty good punches but I have a perfect reputation with the attendance and grades and lack of punishments. I'm not spoiling that. But I did beat up my y3 bully, but that is only because he walks home in the same direction as me, I had an after school club, he had detention so we ended up walking home at the same time, no witnesses. But none of my classmates walk the same way as me so I can't beat the fucking crap out of them. If you have any suggestions for revenge on my motherfucking classmates, do tell. :)
If they texted you death threats then that means they either used their number or a false number. If they used their number then there’s your proof and they are done for, if it’s false number then obviously you can’t go that route. There’s a little technique that isn’t physical or anything that has worked for me and my parents over the times very well. Just be overly nice to them. It may sound stupid, but it drives people insane when you do it.
Carry either pepper spray or hairspray so if they do something to you, you can defend yourself. With the messages I would recommend going to either principal or hell even police (but only if they are using their actual numbers to send that crap) if you choose the police method and they don't do anything then I might recommend you record them doing this shit and go from there
@@CosmoProwess I did tell my teacher and then that got carried over to child support of the school. Not the head teacher though. They told them off but they did not give a flipping fuck. So obviously they are using their real numbers because it was on a group chat. And I know you should be nice to them. It's just EXTREMELY hard
@@ablueberry33 I won't be able to use pepper spray or hairspray. Pepper spray I won't be allowed and hairspray, I'm not going to be allowed to use my mother's hairspray as it's expensive. I have told the school but the kids didn't give two shits about it. I would blog to the police but I don't want to go over with the telling them what happened for an hour again, it's absolutely mind numbing. And I wouldn't be able to record it because if we have our phones or any devices out, instant C4 detention.
Listen if you are getting bullied just ignore them and do nothing about it. If you are asking why it’s because they would most likely get bored because you are giving them no reaction I know this because I did this and their reaction was fricking hilarious
I have so many of these. My fav though is a little boy and his friends (I got them later) we’re always pushing or touching me. We were in the 6th grade. One day the main offender pushed me down on the playground in our apartment complex. I hit my head on some concrete and left crying. I didn’t go home though. I went to his apartment, grabbed a tree branch and waited. Hours later he comes bopping home, I jumped out and hit him over and over until he was crying. His mother came out and grabbed the branch from me and asked why I was hitting her son. I told her what happened and she looked at him and said “Oh you’re picking on girls now huh? I thought you this? No!” She handed the branch back and said ‘Continue’. I did. She then took off her belt and pooped him a few times and then got him up. ‘Wait until your daddy gets home’. Never bothered me again, lol. (I’m a tiny woman, was an even smaller 6th grader…I had to handle more than a few boys and girls that made the mistake of thinking small meant weak)
Story two, another of the boys was following me home, with the others. They were throwing rocks at the back of my legs, hard enough to draw blood. He specifically had asked me to have sex with him the summer before and I said no. From then on, he was mad and always picking at me (we were 12 mind you). The rocks were the breaking point with him. Like with his friend, I waited for him. This time at school. I stood casually talking to my friend next to our lockers. I waited until he passed and grabbed a handful of his hair, spun him around and repeatedly slam his face into the open locker door. I don’t remember yelling at him, but my bestie (we are still friends yo this day ) says I was yelling ‘Throw rocks now! Throw them now!” I do remember slamming his face though. I stopped when I saw blood, pushed him, closed my locker and went into my English class. Never got in trouble. This was the age of ‘Awww dog, you got beat up by a girl.” So though a lot of people saw, no one said a word. Just silence in the hall, lol. And of course he never told and never walked home the same route as me again.
I've got a story: I got bullied really bad in grade school. It was usually this one kid, "Andy", and his group of goons - mostly spoiled, rich kids. These kids, especially Andy, made my life hell for years; taunting, threats, teasing, mocking, beating me up. I constantly daydreamed about kicking the snot out of Andy and all his friends. On the playground at recess one day - I don't recall exactly what they were doing to me - but Andy and his friends were picking on me again, and I just snapped. I grabbed this hollow, plastic (but still pretty hard) baseball bat and went after Andy. He could run pretty fast, so he got away no problem. So, in my blind rage, I immediately turned my focus to his friends. Most of them had booked it already, but there was one kid, named "Jesse" who wasn't fast enough to get away. So I went after him. Mind you, this kid bullied me pretty bad too. He put a thumb tack on my chair one time, and I sat down on it. *ALL THE WAY DOWN* on it. I knew he did it, because he was sitting there, smiling and laughing as I pulled the tack out of my ass. I chased him around the playground, hitting him any way I could with this plastic bat. I still remember the slapping "thunk" noise it made. Sounded like it really hurt. Eventually, the playground monitor showed up and I got sent to the office. I got in a lot of trouble. My mom tried to stand up for me, pointing out that these kids had been tormenting me almost daily for years - that they had it coming. (Typical schools, ignoring a problem like bullying until it backfires and people get hurt...) Life went on after that. I moved to a different part of town and started at a new school. Years passed. Eventually we moved to a completely different town - a small, hick town in the middle of nowhere, called "Tigerton". I walked into art class on my first day, and there he was: Jesse. He just glared at me. He tried to rough me up once after that. I fought back. No big deal. The good news is, that over time, he and I became pretty good friends in high school. It was really weird that he and I ended up moving away from the city we were both from to the same, stupid little podunk town in the middle of nowhere. But we were able to talk about all the rotten things we had done to each other in grade school - me chasing and hitting him with the bat, him putting the tack on my chair (he finally admitted to it too). We had a laugh about it and entertained our classmates with our stories. I don't know what ever happened to him after high school. I heard he got a job in a nearby town, but I never saw him again. Doesn't look like he does social media or anything, because I've tried looking for him a couple times. So, Jesse, if you're out there, I hope you're doing well for yourself and living a good life. And I hope the red mark went away.
i also was bullied a lot when i switched schools to a private one because i had 'bad friends' in the first school but that was the opposite up until 6th grade my friends were amazing when i switched schools thats when i started being bullied but because it was a private school and it had just about 200 students at the time i would just report them to the administrator, eventually the bullying stoppe but not before i got forcefully thrown out of the schools bus and broke my arm the entire bus actually came to my aid a lot of people confronted the bully and dragged him to the principals office, the bully was expelled immediately
My story was I used a chair on him then beat him to a bloody pool. Became the main villain in the school and had 0 issues and was left alone. The school also was unable to kick me out nor anything due to he started it. So was for 2 years had only one teacher for everything and was alone. His friends picked a fight in the part and yah. Broke their legs, arms, and ones neck; all in self defense. Due to other people said I was defending myself that saved my ass. So I became a loner and never got a girlfriend because people just feared me as a big bad wolf. Also due to that my mother never let me socialize and I became that person who people just fear and call Dexter when I'm just protective of the people around. Yah, being raised by vets as a kid does make you an effective fighter. Working on getting a girlfriend due to shrinks orders. PS was the only Russian in the school and was targeted by everyone for it So yah, only three teachers defended me while the rest didn't give a dam.
I was sickly,and scrawny. Had my tonsils and adenoids out,and grew a foot in about a year and a half. Kicked their asses as I encountered them over the next couple of years. Good times...good times.
I broke her wrist. I don‘t know why, I think something inside of me just snapped and so I broke her wrist. Long story short, of course I was punished because the bullies were 6 against me and they all told the story of how I randomly attacked her, while I tried to tell the teachers they were bullying me. I hurt them countless other times but I think this was the worst one I remember.
In high school, I took sh*t from a kid who bullied me for YEARS for having a slight learning disability. The worst was when he was forced to sit next to me in Biology while we learned what "bradycardia" meant. He would often start off teasing me quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear with calling me "brady" (While it didn't appear to hurt, it did as I'm self-conscious about my mental state). Did that sh*t for 2 YEARS and I couldn't shake him! Unfortunately for me, it wasn't as easy as just punching him in the kisser, taking my licks, and being done with it: he was a year younger than me when it boiled over (17 to my 18), so I was ultimately scared of any assault charges. I waited until he got up from the table at lunch and then enacted my revenge (no, it wasn't something juvenile like put a Whoopee cushion under him discretely. I wanted him to REALLY feel karmic justice). I waited until he was ALMOST back and he could see me. I MASHED applesauce in his agenda (I'm talking flying elbow slam, hammer smash with both hands, etc. Despite my appearance, I was athletic and I worked out. My goal was to do as much damage as possible while skirting the law) Lost the people who I THOUGHT were my friends at lunch, had to pay for a new agenda, and got an after-school detention a few days later, but f it. I STILL walked later that year AND I felt like I had showed him that you only push someone SO FAR before they snap like a rubberband and you NEVER tease someone for something that they can't help). TLDR; be careful who you f*ck with as it COULD boil over!
These people are so creative with their revenge plans, unlike me: I went to a elementary school in a rich neighborhood but my family was poor, I was the only one that didn't have the newest gaming console, that one shiny beyblade, those 200$ shoes... In 6th grade there was this one rich kid that constantly turned the rest of the class against me, it didn't matter what I said or what I did, as long as I did it it was stupid. Only my best friend was still on my side. One day I came to school with a new phone and I of course wanted to show off so I took it out, that rich kid laughed at me because I didn't get an iphone and he took my phone when I wasn't looking and he threw it against the ground, cracking the screen completely. I was so mad that I stabbed him in the neck with a pencil. He went to the hospital and I got away with it because nobody dared to tell the teacher who did it. He was fine after it and he returned to school a week later with a fancy scarf around his neck. I don't know what got into me to do something so dangerous but I guess I just couldn't watch someone who is 2 heads shorter than me and built like a beach ball ruin my life just because he has cool stuff.
I met my highschool bully in a mma gym years later and surprise surprise he was still a piece of crap. After months of going there i beat the shit out of him in sparring to the point the owner wanted me out, i explained myself and luckily the owner forgave me. The next time i left the gym i was awaited by a handful of his goons, just like in highschool. What they he didn’t know was that i anticipated it and brought some friends myself, three fridge sized bamf‘ers. It didn’t go well for them. As per usual these self proclaimed outlaws tried to press charges once violence didn’t help. I arranged a meeting with them and their lawyer and showed them a video they made years ago in which they can be seen beating me up when i was a minor and they legally adults. After maybe 10 seconds of the video playing they turned pale and didn’t say a word. Their lawyer just looked at them with that look and said something like „if you have any common sense you will forget about that lawsuit right now“. They did and i never had trouble with them again.
11:03 I had a similar story. long story short bully bullied me, i snapped, threw punches like there was no tomorrow, didn't get in trouble because everyone loved me. i hate so much that i didn't get in trouble.
I remember having many people picking on me in elementary school, it never reached to physical aggresions, most of it was them trying to make me cry, moking and insults, as always no teachers or school staff believed me. At those years I was already a pissed off kid with awfully long, unpolished nails so I ended up being sent with the coordinator of the school some times for scratching them too bad. they left me alone and I just continued life normally, actually I met with one of them on a friend's party and we don't feel any remorse against eachother, now she only jokes at times in a good matter. Remember fellas, some of these bullies' parents never gave them a smack, so it's your time to give them the first one.
I never understood why schools don’t do anything about bullying but does something when the kid getting bullied stands up for themselves like seriously the kid wouldn’t have had to do it if you actually did your job that’s like if the police did nothing about criminals but would arrest people that did their jobs for them if I were a parent and I was called and they said my kid fought their bully my first response would be “well what did you and the teachers do to stop it from getting to this point because the fact my kid had to defend themselves from their bully means you didn’t do your job and let it get this point it’s a good thing you aren’t a cop as it sounds like if you knew a woman who reported a guy multiple times to you for stalking her and you saw her getting raped by said guy she reported and she was defending herself against then rapist you’d arrest the woman because it seems you only do something when the victim fights back and that something is to punish the victim and don’t say my kid could have talked to a teacher the fact they had to defend themselves means they did and the teacher did jackshit or half assed it and didn’t do anything that would actually make the bully stop either way you are punishing the victim also tell me how do you plan on punishing the bully wait let me guess you aren’t or it’s going to be a slap on the wrist and not nearly as bad as you are punishing the victim you know what my kid is changing schools hopefully this next one will be better and teach kids to standup for themselves and others”
My little bully story is pretty short and simple In middle school, a kid got out of the classroom in front of me when bell ranged for next class and kept fucking with me, while we were waiting for the bus after school I punched him once in the stomach he cussed me out walked off and didn't both me anymore. Had a friend with me as back up in the background in case things went south for me and did it in the back of the crowd. I was a little, and he was much bigger than. I'm fine doing things myself but felt more comfortable with a "safety net"
I have my own short story of a bully incident I’d like to share. This happened last year in my senior year and I was in journalism and I was just simply doing my work, however that say I had lost my belt and had to deal with my pants not staying up, so in that class a group of kids behind me decided to shoot paper to my butt crack, yes I know it’s not nice to see it however I didn’t know about it, now I would’ve brushed it off, but they had recorded it and posted it to tiktok, I only found out after the weekend. I was livid, now I had gone thru the system to get them in trouble (thanks to my teachers who cared and helped me) and they were shown the video of them doing it and witness of students who saw the video or was there, the girl who recorded and did the thing actually had gotten into a major fight at this school event dance, so what she did that Friday added fuel to the fire, I have not seen her ever again, think she got expelled.
I still am surprised at how they almost do nothing in schools about bully else then saying bullying is bad and when you take care of it you get in trouble
I wish I had revenge on my bully, they were really manipulative and horrible, one day they punched me in the face infront of teachers, I wrote a statement and went home, the next day me and a friend were gonna go to the head of mental health to tell her about all they had done to me and my friends, however apparently they got taken away cus of their mental health so we couldn't talk about them, they got no punishment at all and still talked about me and my friends behind our backs :(
Had this one Billie who wouldn’t leave me alone he kept making fun of my weight and acne So I yelled at him “at least my grandma is alive “ For context the kid lost his grandma and we where almost about to get into a fight
Once upon a time when I came to kindergarten, the bully (I will call him R) decided it would be funny to make fun of the shortest kid in the class, me. Forwarding time to late kindergarten, I got fed up so I kicked R in the stomach. Worth detention. Fast forwarding again to 3rd grade, friday. I and a few other kids were playing Soccer. (R was playing too, and he was goalie) R drop-kicked the soccer ball and it was going toward me at high speeds. (I estimate 30-40 mph) Me, being the idiot I was, though I had the force like Darth Vader. So I held my left arm up. Fast forward to the town hospital, an X-Ray showed I broke my wrist, and I got a cast for 2 months. (it was august at the time)
I don't get how the adults in charge at school don't get that when they do nothing to reign in the bullies, the other students will conclude that it's up to them to reign in the bullies.
Be reassured that you're not alone. I'm autistic and have been bullied my entire life. One day I snapped! I picked up a chair during a class and threw it at the scumbag. I caught Hell from the teacher but the little shit was treated as the victim. Things kicked off again in a woodwork class, and made a determined effort to crucify him to a work bench with two chisels! Only to be thwarted by his cronies. I was then branded as psycho or crazy.
There was a zero tolerance in school and after 3 detentions you would get suspended. My bully beat my a$$ and got us both a detention, and my parents told me how many I got left I said 2 left, they said beat his a$$ next time, and I did, then my friend fought him and he got suspended for a month and I never got bullied again
I'm a bit of the odds one out in this, as I'm not a short nerd type guy. I'm actually tall and have been told if I wanted to I could easily get onto a football team. I was a bit of a germaphobe when I was younger so naturally my bullies used that against me. Got tired one day and told my bully to stop or he'd regret it. The second I turned around he sucker punched me. I immediately got angry and started fighting him, I ended up picking him up and slamming him on ground. From that day on no one picked on me.
Bully: Does violence against other students* School: *looks away whistling* Student: *Does the more legal self defense* School: *gives self defending student Suspension*
Ironically enough, wrote a letter apologising for an incident that got pokemon cards temp banned in the school, got a reply back with apologies for the bullying. Me and my bully ended up chill for the rest of primary school, haven't seen him since. Granted I was bullied by 99% of the school, I can still name the 5 or so people who never bullied me once
4:16 I cried non-stop for days when my dog died, no one bullied me about it (well except one who got what was coming for him - he didn’t bully me for the crying though)
There was a time where a bully forgot what happens when someone is push to point of rage where they can remember anything after. Long story short, a bully thought it was funny to bully a grade 1 student (me) by insulting and when they get they chance when I am alone in class, they kick me in a corner and kept kicking. They did nothing to make me snap, I just had enough and my anger hit crimson red and got shaped pencil and stabed one of the bully (the leader of the bullys). Afterwards I don't remember anything after but from what I saw when the ambulance was taking away was he had hella a lot bruises. So might have gone complete ballistic on him.
Its sad to hear this stories, in my country bullying is basically not a thing and if you did bullying someone, the next day the whole school will gang up on you
I always tell students to handle their bullies themselves because the school's not gonna do anything until it goes too far. Told a teacher i was bullied, she used my name when confronting him, apparantly no one told her what "anonymous" meant.
My dad gave me the advice "Bullies don't want a challenge they want a victim" and after i beat up my bully he never bothered me again.
Depends on the bully, some do it to make themselves look better and to have a laugh at your expense, others do it because they are simply cruel. Depending on the type of bully, standing up for yourself can get you stabbed, standing up to your bully yourself isn't always the solution so it is best to know what you are dealing with.
I was a weak kid with asthma as a child, but, after puberty, developed gorilla strength in sheeps clothing. Despite all this, I was more afraid of the guilt of hurting people than I was of being picked on. This made me become a prime target of bullying up until high school.
One time, one of my bullies was horsing around with me during lunch in the classroom while the teacher was away, I got up l, walked to the front of class and put my fist through two layers of drywall where everybody could see.
That hole was left there for the whole semester and the bullies were reminded of it every time my teacher paced around it and taught class.
Needless to say, all of my bullies stopped bugging me for good after that day and as a bonus my social status took a huge leap. Nobody got hurt and I was given space.
no you didn't lmao
@@thiccochet I can understand your skepticism, this is the internet, and I'm not here to police your opinion.
I obviously vouch for myself and don't claim it to be a picture perfect story in the oversimplified version I gave.
For instance, like how the people reacted, it wasn't like they got all excited and I got famous because I fought back against the bully, they were more interested in the fact that I put a hole in the wall didn't care about the reason why. They kept picking at it and doing mock punches on it and I was afraid I'd get ratted out to the teacher.
Also the bullies leaving me alone, they weren't physically tough or aggressive people, but, were severely annoying and would never leave me alone no matter how much I asked them. I was at my limit that day and I think they were just seriously worried I'd bloody them up.
@@hlamp the first story is me
You didn't get in trouble for damaging the wall?
@@fluttzkrieg4392 Initially the teacher was pretty upset and was surveying the class to find out who did it. No one fessed up. But, I'm pretty certain at some point he found out I did it (from classmates being non-discrete while gossiping). One of my classmates told me he overheard him saying he suspected it was me.
But, in the end he never brought it up. I think he may have just let me off the hook - I was one of the favorites for that class so it might had something to do with it.
I love how 90% of the stories end up with kids fighting back and then the bully stopped and yet that's the #1 thing you're not allowed to do.
We're kidding ourselves thinking that at that age "using our words" is the solution.
Punching bullies should be allowed.
the only thing bullies will understand... is the universal language of violence. everyone can be fluent in it and it's relatively easy to learn.
Piss needs to be drained from the head in the form of nasal blood.
Totally, they teach you specifically to not fight back or to just "ignore them until they lose interest" yet it doesn't actually solve anything. I think teachers are just afraid of handling the aftermath of dealing with parents.
i read that as "90% of the stories are made up" and was gonna blow up on you and call you every name in the book
Free people don't ask for permission. Do it anyway!
The bully at my summer camp came up to me to ask about the brain teasers and logic puzzles he heard I was into. I was very nervous, having heard stories but never interacted with him myself. He was a year older than me. Turned out, the kid was a secret nerd and really into puzzles. We bonded and hung out together regularly. I hadn't heard any more stories of him bullying anyone. I think he needed a friend.
Your willingness to interact with him in spite of his actions toward other kids may have changed his life. I'm glad he found a way to bond with someone. Oh, and I love logic puzzles and brain teasers. A lot.
@@haplessasshole9615 It wasn't so much willingness. I was afraid of what he'd do if I told him no. But it worked out.
my name is also sam that's cool
@@samuelbernaldez6671 Be cooler if my last name were also Bernaldez.
@@Sam_on_RUclips yes :(
Revenge is a dish best served cold or with driving them insane. You either go the route of embarrassment by destroying them in a fight or making them look terrible in public, or by mentally destroying them, either by getting a little personal or by being overly nice.
Back in middle School. Got bullied by a group a lot, until I had enough at the beginning of my last year. We had a ledge around 1.5 meters higher than the ground below, all covered in little bushes without a handrail at the end of the school yard. They followed me all over the yard, harassing me as usual. I finally snapped as we arrived at that ledge, punched one of them and picked the „boss“ of the group up, and tossed him over the ledge. Jumped after him and kicked the shit out of his ass. The growth spurt that summer really gave me „the upper hand“, a teacher got angry with me for not stopping on him, but I was fine. Bullies deserved a proper beating and I was finally free from their harassment the last year of school
I love how the Dad was in the first story. Paid for his kid to learn how to fight so they could teach their bully a lesson. Massive props to that dad
I was severely bullied in high school to the point of developing Panic attacks and anxiety, but in the last year, a new student came to our classroom and he turned the life of my bully into a living hell. The bully never bothered me since, and years later apologized for it after passing through the same thing they had put me into :]
Love how the schools know about the bullying.
But they do nothing.
Yeah, all that “We care about our students and will condemn all forms of bullying” is nothing but lip service in most schools. They don’t actually care
@N7Hughes Gaming meh, lip service at best. I remember you got harsher punishments for defending yourself, when I was in school
@@nyaatama8529 because schools are staffed by cowardly incompetent p in heads
Yeah, love it when they punish the victim instead for standing up. Trully the high of moral education.
I was bullied constantly and mercilessly in high school. While in college, I worked a restaurant job as a supervisor. One of my old bullies came to work for us as a dishwasher. My boss said someone needed to go scrub the dumpster. I said, "I have just the man for the job!"
I had a bully in my football team for several years. Since we were about the same skill level we ended up in the same team almost every year. He and his friends tormented me year in, year out. I never did anything right in their eyes, and everything bad was my fault as well. Worse even, his father was the coach. So nothing got done about it. So one day in winter he took my gloves and started throwing it to his buddy, hoping i'e chase them up and down like a dog. I snapped and i slid full speed into his legs. Snapped his kneebands, and he was out for the rest of the season. His father apparently came by my house later when i wasn't home, and my dad told him that was what he deserved after all those years of bullying.
The next year i voluntarely dropped down a team to actually have fun one last season. I stopped playing football entirely after that, just so i wont get back in a team with him.
Finally, one I can use! I taught myself to fight, and took a pencil and paper to recess, and then hid the pencil behind the paper, challenged them to a fight, and then stabbed him 3 times with the pencil. Got in a ton of trouble, but they kept bullying me so I logged onto their school email (everyone had the same password) and deleted all their work on their finals. If you are wondering what they did, they had a gang that would repeatedly ambush me, rip up my work, and stomped on me repeatedly.
@Captivating Anecdotes The video was great, but the title was a bit hard to understand at first.
@Captivating Anecdotes (stop replying to every single comment with this, just comment it once on each new video you make)
Not mine but a friend in Japan.
My friend we’ll call Yoshi was a student in northern Tokyo going through junior high. He had a bully named for this Koji who kept saying his dad was Yakuza to avoid retribution. He’d do the usual shit pushing, pantsing, assault, name calling etc. well when Yoshi was crying after a vicious session of bullying a scary dude came over with equally scary buddies and asked “what’s up?” He told them and they told him to ask the bully to meet him by the river tomorrow evening after school.
It worked and the idiot showed up to be met by 7 yakuza members and admitted he wasn’t the child of a yakuza boss and never bothered Yoshi again. His dad also had to pay a “bad parent tax” to the yazuka group.
Is he sure they were yakuza
Every story I hear of the Yakuza is them doing cool stuff like this and you start to think of them as Robin Hood types... But then you remember the _reason_ everyone is scared of them is that they are some supremely vicious and cruel motherfuckers who will think absolutely nothing of killing you in the most brutal way imaginable, or worse, sending a _message_
@@Archris17 true but look at the tsunamis that hit in recent memory. The local Yakuza gangs opened their offices to the public so the government organised shelters weren’t overwhelmed. They have a strict code of conduct that doesn’t suffer bullshit from outsiders.
Yoshi is still in contact with those yakuza members who check in on him regularly and even payed respects at his mother’s funeral. He’s been trying to pay them back for the kindness but they keep saying “don’t worry we don’t want you to live our lives.”
@@micahh9351 Yakuza are a peculiar type of criminals compared to other ogranised crime over the world.
@@Wudanty they can vanish like smoke, according to a friend of mine who grew up in Kyoto.
When I was in second grade there was a small group of boys in my grade. I hung out with them for some reason, but as I was the new kid since I just switched schools, they basically targeted me in any tag kind of game, mainly balltag (which is where the tagger threw a ball at their target to tag them). There were two incidents that branched off here.
1. One of the kids (we will call him Palmer) would not only target me, but also call me names and make fun of me. I’ve never been bothered by insults much, but i began to grow tired of it. Instead of hitting him or anything else of the sort, I found common ground between us (which was that we both play video games) and used it as the foundation to make a friendship with him. He never insulted me again, and we were chill for the rest of the year.
2. The other incident had to do with a kid in the group called Ben, I think. He didn’t insult me like Emmet, but he did throw the ball more forcefully than the others. One time he was the tagger, and threw the ball at me, as expected. I ducked, but instead of fleeing, I sprinted towards the ball on the ground before he reached it, and kicked it away from him with as much leg strength as I could muster. I had already built up plenty of momentum, so it sailed a good distance. I ran towards the others, who were lined up against a wall, but I turned around and lo and behold, Ben was running toward us with the ball in his hand. We all backed up against the wall, and he drew the arm with the ball back, with a grin on his face. I knew what was coming, but with the others on either side of me, and the wall at my back, I was like a fish being shot in a barrel. Ben hurled the ball at me, but instead of going to the stomach like I expected, it sped towards my face! It hit me in between my eyes, and jerked my head backwards. Remember how there was a wall right behind me? I heard two things at that time: a sickening CRACK, followed by a collective “ooooh!” from those around me. I was dizzied for a couple seconds, and struggled to stay upright. Through the red haze of my vision, I saw Ben laughing. At that moment, I felt like a machine powered only by anger. I stepped away from the wall towards him. He stopped laughing. What was once a disoriented stumble gradually became a run. I drew my arm back, and prepared to strike. When I reached him, my arm launched forward, and I gave Ben the right hook of the century into his gut. He got sent to the nurse. I got sent to the principal. Later, while sitting outside the office, I saw Ben stumble by, clutching his stomach. He said, “Why did you do that?” and continued to limp away. My mother picked me up early, and needless to say, we weren’t chill for the rest of the year. I left that friend group.
Hell yeah! Fuck Ben!
"wHy DiD yOu Do ThAt?" As if he didn't fucking know.
I mostly only got verbal bullying (not that it's any easier) because I was a very big girl. First day of school the other kids thought I was a teacher & at age 9 I was already taller than my 5' 2" mom & wore like a size 14 women's. I used to actually challenge my bullies to knock me down & these kids would run as fast as they could towards me until they'd bounce off me in such a hilarious way 🤣🤣🤣 I got such a kick out of it.
Now t to be rude or anything but did you basically become tankman?
Not*
Found the scissors video. Look up kid throws scissors at bully roomate
Wich video? First or second one?
@@challenge9541 Does it matter?
ruclips.net/video/x56hnpw4IGQ/видео.html here is the link
wow...that was like...really fake lol
How about providing a LINK to the video?
Got him expelled and arrested.
Amazing how easy it is to learn his vices and then set him up to fail.
He got 6 years in prison.
Priceless.
One time, I was on the morning bus to school, minding my business, talking to my closest friend. For some context, I have this drawing book, which I treat like a diary. I don't really like showing my art to other kids or even my own parents. I was showing my friend them however, since she was like the only person I trusted, and since we were drawing together. All of a sudden, one of my classmates on the bus, I'll call him D, looks over to see what we were doing (it is very hard and rare I have the courage to show off my work, so kids are always begging me to show them). Then, this guy, I'll call R, looks above me, due to him being in the seat behind me and my friend. Then R says something, getting me off guard, allowing this guys I'll call A, to snatch my notebook from me. My friend could see my embarrassed yet angry look through my mask, so she gets out of the way, smart move. I lunge towards A, knowing what will happen if he has it. He also knows what might happen to him (first time he got it from me, i accidently banged his head on the window like 7 times before he gave it back.), so who passes behind him, and this other guy (who I'll call G) has it. R gets it from G, but not quick enough for me to get the book back. I wanna hit them so badly, but I would get in trouble for doing so. So I go back to my seat, trying to act cool. All of a sudden, someone who I'll name U, throws ball of paper at me. I snapped. I stood on me chair and yelled out "F*** YOU", everyone stood silent, maybe shocked I wasn't relaxed all of a sudden. Later, U apologized, and I just accepted it, knowing he didn't know what was going on. This happened again a week later, only this time, I JUMPED on a CHAIR to get my books back.
Never again did the kids attempt to take my book, and never again did I take it out of my bag in the bus.
This is more of an accidental revenge, but I'm sure that you're going to enjoy this one.
In my elementary years (3rd grade, 1997-98), I moved into a new school where I would ride the bus to and from school. During these bus trips, I was assigned to sit next to this one guy who's five grades above me I'll refer to as Homer (because his looks remind me of a young Homer Simpson). Homer had a habit of making fun of me all in the name of playful banter. At first, it was just simple name-calling and teasing, but after a while, he started to jab at my stomach. It was annoying me. I should mention that at the time, I would bruise easily (I'm thankful that's over with), so every time he jabbed at me, there would be a mark that would appear on my belly. Over time, the bruise on my belly just kept getting bigger. I told the bus driver about it, nothing happened. I told my principal about it, nothing happened. No one was taking me seriously because they saw this guy's actions as playful banter (for those of you wondering why I didn't show the bruise, I was young and dumb at the time). It continued on for eight months.
One day, I was feeling green. Why I went to school that day, I don't know, but I strongly believe that it had something to do with perfect attendance. Anyways, I got onto the bus and waited to get to school. Then, the bus picks Homer up. On this day, he was dressed very nicely, but it didn't deter him from his 'playful banter' and he was up to his usual crap. At one point, I looked at him and said, "I'm begging you, please leave me alone." He didn't. He decided to take another jab at my belly. At that moment, my stomach decided to evacuate, and I proceeded to puke all over Homer's nice shirt. I know it lasted a few seconds, but to me, it was an eternity. All of the students who saw it were understandably disgusted. Homer had on what is now known as the surprised Pikachu face. Before anyone could do anything, the bus comes to a stop and the bus driver comes over, yanks Homer out of the seat and takes him closer to the front. They were having a chat that I didn't pay much attention to until I hear Homer yell out, "Why are you punishing me? He's the one who puked on me," to which the bus driver responds, "I saw you punch him. That's why he puked on you." I didn't have it in my heart to correct him.
Once we got to school, I was sent to the nurse's office where she checked up on my belly and found that bruise. After that, the bus driver and the principal took my complaints seriously. Homer wasn't on the bus for a few days, but when he returned, he left me well enough alone. He finally took the hint. Of course, every once in a while, someone would remind him not to punch me because I'd puke on him.
The cherry on top? The reason he was dressed so nicely was because it was picture day for him. Upon hearing about that, I couldn't help but to wonder how that picture turned out knowing that everyone else who had their pictures that day look nice, then there's this guy who looked like a mess. Before you comment about it, no, it wasn't picture day for me that day.
It’s like what my mom tells me,
b***h’s get stitches
Talk about karma. I really like stories where bullies get their comeuppance. There's nothing like a heaping slice of instant justice, especially when it occurs naturally.
My bully was in high school, not really a bully but someone who was an asshole to everyone. He ran a RUclips channel, said he could upload some of my stuff, and when he did I hit him with a copyright strike, suspending his account and nearly terminating it. He messaged me telling me to kill myself (as someone who was extremely suicidal, dealing with depression, childhood trauma, etc. I didn’t like that remark.) The next day, my friend and I were in Homeroom. Who sat behind us? The bully and his friend who was just as bad. After minutes of them talking about me as I’m in front of them, I got up and started choking the friend, he tried to throw punches and I returned them while choking him. The main bully got up, yelling “Stop!”, running into me, putting himself in the position for me to put him in a headlock and as I was going to progress the fight, the teacher came in and ran over, pulling my arm from around his neck.
I was always the quiet kid in school, and I heard from my friend no one knew what was going on, everyone was watching, shocked. When the school tried to punish me, the witnesses knew the bully/friend were the ones to antagonize me.
Fast forward to graduation, bully dropped out, I graduated.
This was in 6th grade. This kid was never a “bully” but wasn’t particularly nice either. He had been constantly making offensive jokes directed towards my friends, specifically me. Near the end of 6th grade on the way out of free period he was making jokes about my sexuality, my mental illnesses, etc. so, and then grabbed me by the arm. Some background to whats about to happen, I had been taking martial arts and self defense lessons, specifically Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. In Jiu-Jitsu, when someone grabs your arm/hand you’re supposed to do a grip break, and the most simple and easiest one is to rotate your hand around their wrist. So anyways, back to the story, he had just grabbed my arm, and of course I did the grip break in an immediate reaction. Unfortunately (for him), I also had a pencil in that hand, so as I twisted my arm, I stabbed him and opened his hand up in a blood-drenching X shape. One day detention. He became a much different person after that and moved away the following year. He had apparently been dealing with some family issues (I think, its been a while) and we’re now friends. He’s much better off.
Did he get a scar from it?
This makes me think of a story of mine. In sixth grade on field day, this girl whom I'll call 'S' she said something very mean that made me angry. But having been on meds to calm my adhd down and thus helped control my impulsiveness, I didn’t get verbally angry. No, I just tensed my body and bared my teeth at her as a silent show of being angry. 'S' hit her fingernail against my teeth and claimed I bit her, I told the teacher the truth that I didn’t bite her (had multiple witnesses to prove it but no one came to my defense, thanks a boatload) teacher still sent me inside. Payback towards 'S' came a year later, as we seventh graders were doing a joint event with the eighth graders and 'S' along with a friend of hers began picking on me, I kept quiet and tried my best to ignore it. But my older sister whom was a grade ahead of me, she saw 'S' and her friend picking on me. So my sister silently walked towards the two girls, I spotted my sister and started giggling because I knew what was coming. The two girls bothering me asked me why I was giggling, and my sister said 'this' and collided their heads together. They left me alone after that.
violence is never the answer... it's the solution.
Was working at a 7-Eleven soon after the 2008 Recession hit.
About a year or 2 after I started (so, around 2009 or 2010) one of my high school bullies came into the store (I say one, because I had a plethora. I was "that" kid who never stood up for themselves, as I would catch hell from the school AND my parents, no matter what I said).
We got to talking, as I tried to be civil (since I was on the clock). They asked me if we were looking for people. I told them I wasn't sure, but to put in an application. Handed them the paper, and they filled it out. Something about the situation still felt off, so when I took it back and said good night, I handed it to the owner the next day (we were a franchise store, not corporate) and told them to not hire them.
Looking back, I realized this was probably a petty and dick move since it was hard times all around, but I wasn't able to ignore what my gut told me, and my mind was telling me, "They need help, but denied you from getting the help you needed. Start karma now". Turns out my gut and head were right. They got a job at a different place. Heard from their people he was still an asshole, treated fellow employees like dirt, and got into physical altercations with customers.
Since then, I have started to live by 2 different phrases I have heard.
1: "Bowling for Columbine" by Michael Moore
John Nickols: "I use the pen...because the pen is mightier than the sword. But, you must always keep a sword handy for when the pen fails."
2: Star Trek Voyager S7E7, "Body and Soul"
Captain Janeway: "Sometimes diplomacy requires a little saber rattling."
You did the right thing in telling them not to hire him. My sympathies that your teachers AND parents didn’t let you fight back, my friends has s2pd parents like that who always side with whatever the horrible school staff tell them when they punished him for standing up for himself.
There was a guy at my work who kept stealing another kid's lunch. Like clockwork. The bully didn't even hide the fact that he was doing it either. One day, I show up and there's an ambulance there. I thought the kid snapped and did something brutal to his bully. He DID snap, but instead of punching the bully's lights out, or beating him, etc... he had made himself a huge, delicious sandwich. A giant Hoagie. But he replaced his bell peppers with Ghost and Carolina Reapers instead, and made sure there was no water or milk in the shop. Oh how I wish I'd been there to see that... but apparently the bully tried drinking the water from the toilet. lol. Priceless.
I sometimes imagined strangling my minor bully in my last school, because I was overly emotional and couldn't fully get over the incredibly minor emotional bullying in my last 2 schools.
This happened when i was in sixth grade.
I (f) was getting on the bus to go home and noticed that all the seats at the back of the bus were occupied by my bully (a guy a few months younger than me) and his friends/my classmates. They were obnoxiously using all the seats for their crap and seating only one person per side (each seat could have two kids) so they were wasting space. I didn't want to sit st the very front of the bus so I decided to sit beside a kif who was in a grade bellow me. He didn't seem to mind and kept to himself, so I thought it would be fine and the bus went on its way.
Of course, it apparently wasn't fine. My bully came to the seat across the walkway from me and demanded I move because blah blah blah, I can't remember his stupid reasonings. I told him no because there were no more seats available now and that's when he held onto his seat back and the in front of him and kicked me in the stomach full force. He did it several times and in pain I started to cry. By the time we got to my stop, he was laughing at me and that's when I blew up. I stormed up to him (he had kover back to his original seat by then) and started hammering my textbook filled binder at him, screaming at him with all the force I could muster. I got off the bus, my mom noticed me crying and called the school right then and there.
We were both sent to the vice principals office to discuss what happened and I held no shame about what I did, because I was done. He actually got in way more trouble than I did, from what I recall. Barely approached me again unless necessary.
Years later in grade 9 we were at the same highschool and heard the news of one of our old classmates had committed self termination. He was crying and I of all people was trying to help comfort him and my other classmates by supplying tissues and holding them, trying to keep myself from breaking down too.
Funny how things turn out later on.
I was in third or fourth grade when I had my biggest opportunity to take revenge.
Some key details about the bully: Her name was Scarlett or Scarlet (I don't know how to spell it) and was one of those stereotypical popular-blonde-bully type. If you are blonde and are named Scarlet, this may not be about you. ^^
So, we both knew we hated each other. But one time in summer school, she took it too far. She said in preschool I bullied her at the school we were currently in. The truth was, I was in Missouri at the time of preschool and the school was in California. I flatly exposed her for lying.
Another time is when I overheard her saying she was moving to Canada, and she was sad. She never cried in front of me, and I have many times. (Also, apparently, she was diagnosed with ADHD but using that as a guilt trip, so yeah. Random fact.) So, what was the most logical thing to do? Bully her right back.
I screamed at her, "HOW DO YOU LIKE IT, DUMB [censor]?! HOW DO YOU FEEL OF BEING SEPERATED FROM FRIENDS? NOT GREAT, HUH?" She cried. But I kept going on and on. I was "becoming a bully myself," she claimed. I kept saying "You're gonna cry, aren't ya?" or "No wonder why no one likes you!"
Am I the jerk? :')
It wasn't revenge, but it worked, and to this day I can't completely understand why really happened. She was my PE teacher, she was on bad terms with virtually everyone, but hated me in particular.
I basically just told her I wouldn't tolerate it anymore, rasing my voice a bit, basically nothing more, but I was about to loose it all at that point. She was absolutely pissed, and I thought she was gonna bit me, but after that day she just let me be, and we were in not that bad relationship when I left that school. I guess she was only open to respect me if I was ready to defend myself - or she just realized that it would eventually end up into us physically hurting each other.
PS: my parents didn't complain because it would only make things worse (it's not an assumption, it happened before), we didn't change school because I did before (not mainly due to the bulling, but it was one of the reasons) and it didn't help (also I didn't want to), and therapy kinda wasn't on the table (also I doubt we even could really find a good therapist, and it's hard for me to say now if we could afford it). It's not just an ignorance. And I don't think it would do anything if I reported her after leaving that school.
1:25 hitting a girl is crazy
Was bullied by an old rival in high school. I didn’t see her as one but she did, as I later found out. She was the cheerleading captain at the time, and I was a member of the fencing team.
She gathered her friends on a Wednesday afternoon and tried to heckle me, and I asked her if that was a good idea. She didn’t know why I was looking so cocky as I was a chick who was 100lbs soaking wet, until I pulled my scabbard for fencing practice from behind the lockers where I had rested it against the wall as I was putting away my backpack.
My épée, the long blunt sword we used in that form of fencing, it “slipped” from its scabbard and I asked if she wanted to reconsider her offer and if she’d want to back up about 3 1/2 feet.
She accused me of trying to “cut her guts open” with my épée. I didn’t get in any trouble because a teacher had been watching the whole thing and called her a liar. That teacher was my 9th grade Biology teacher who we both shared the same class with, and he wouldn’t let it go, making fun of her for the rest of the year. It helped my case that I was his favorite as I was the straight-A student and she wasn’t. I didn’t have much of a social life and didn’t care much about friends outside of academics, music, and fencing.
Ok so not me getting revenge directly, but me orchestrating someone else getting revenge for me.
So i had this “friend” who i would occasionally hang out with in college, we would chat, and he seemed to be a generally chill guy most of the time, but one day, i told him what i wanted to be when i grew up, i wanted to be a palaeontologist. He didn’t understand, and thought i wanted to be like indiana jones, so i tried explaining to him that there are many different kinds of natural and historical ologies, like mineralogy, and geology, but he didn’t listen, and kept on mocking me, calling me Indiana Jones over and over. Obviously we stopped being friends. I ended up planting myself into another friend group, one i am still very much friends with today. I told them the same thing, and they were all very accepting. One day, at lunch, my “old friend” comes over to my table to mock me, saying the same things as usual. I was sat with my friends at the time, so they heard everything. I had already told them about him, but this was the first time they had seen him in action. In that moment i was just really annoyed, i wanted to do something, but, being a lanky kid, I couldn’t do anything. But, i realised i had one friend who could do something. He was this Chinese kid, same age as me, and he was BUILT. Not like body builder built, with all the rippling, vein popping muscles, no, more like the kinda chunky, man-baby looking built. Me and him came up with a plan. The college we went to had this big garden out the front, and it didn’t have any cameras or security, so people used it for less, educational purposes (empty packets of condoms, lube, cigarettes and pills were often found there, hidden under the hedge rows) like fighting. The bully often goes to watch the rugby team kids fight, but never participates. One day, my friend joins the fight for one session. There was a thing where you could ask anyone from the crowd to fight, and the rest of the audience voted for or against that person fighting. My friend chose to fight the bully, and almost everyone in the crowd voted for him to fight, why? Because my other friends had been videoing the bully mocking me at every opportunity, and had spread these videos all around the school. People were generally nice at my school, and these fight were respectful, honourable fights, with each fighter congratulating the other at the end, so they knew that this bully was no good, so they voted for him to fight my friend. He had to fight, as was the “rules”. My friend absolutely floored the bully, picking him up, throwing him on the floor, gut punching. The bully couldn’t even fight back. The fight ended when the bully was on the floor in the fetal position, whimpering to himself, asking for it to stop. My friend got a one day suspension, and a Saturday night detention, the kind of stuff you get if you skip half a class, the bully didn’t come in for a day or two. When he did come back, he had no idea that i had planned the entire thing, and so tried to mock me again. In that moment, my friend sat down next to me and made DEAD eye contact with the bully. He scampered off, back to his table, all alone. He didn’t come near me any more. Good fecking riddance.
Gees, i just realised how long this story is, soz.
Imagine seeking legal action about someone punching your client in the face, only to realize that person had been secretly fed juices of a nature that wont be specified to them without their consent
Bruhh
I don't remember much but I was bullied for almost the entirety of middle school, as a guy with Asperger's I can't handle stress very well I often had panic attacks, but sometimes I managed to respond either beating my bullies with my boney arms or throwing the first object that I had in hand one time I either threw a backpack or a chair
I'm a audhd nonbinary lesbian, and was out about this at the time (7th grade). There was a girl who would always annoy me about it, call it a sin, jokingly ship me with girls she knew, take photos without consent of me, and harass me and make fun of me over my autistic and ADHD traits. Thing is, one of my autistic traits is my special interests. One of which is finding dead animals and naming them Jerry. I found a dead roach (Jerry the 6th), and kept him in a cereal cup for a month (didn't do this with any other Jerrys so don't worry lol). At the end of that month, I grew extra tired of the bully, as she had started touching and messing with my stuff. I created a plan to have my cereal cup next to me during class that day, so she'd open it, and I could throw it at her. Plan worked perfectly, and that day, she took the paper off to see Jerry the 6th. I threw him at her, and she screamed like a bitch. I didn't get in trouble, because the teacher hated her too, and she was the one who opened it. Ended with me taking Jerry the 6th outside, and laying him next to some flowers. Rest in peace, Jerry the 6th. You were a good dude.
A more chill story was in 3-4th grade or so, maybe younger, when I had one of those fuzzy ball keychains on my backpack. At the end of the day when we lined up to walk home, this one kid would go behind me and keep playing with my keychain, even after I told him to stop. One day, I turned around and shoved him. I apparently had hella hidden strength, because I pretty much threw him on his ass with that shove. He started crying while his friends immediatly backed off seeing me drop a relatively athletic kid in one light swing. He never touched my stuff again. Nowadays when people even start to bully me, I hit them with my bag of stim toys (mostly made of hard plastic mind you).
Jerry the 6th died a noble death, RIP Jerry.
I have a story. I was fat, tall and nerdy. I had a lot of encounters with bullies since kindergarten. Once in fifth grade our teacher organized a 3 day trip to another city. Girls got rooms for 2, 3, and 4 people and boys got one room for 5 people and one room for 6 people. Because I wasn't very liked i got into the room for six with three of my bullies and 2 of their friends (they weren't bad just their friends) day one i was picked on no big deal. But second day we had sort of relax phase. At this time main bully was sitting on a bed and throwing insults at me. I'm very close and tied to my family and he targeted them for some reason. At first i just walked around the table with hands behind my back trying to comeback but i wasn't able to. And finally he threw insult so big in caliber I snapped. Around this table were heavy, tall (around 130 cm) wooden chairs. And in my fury i grabbed one and lunged at him. 4 guys had to hold me and the chair or else his face would have been smashed, he was standing on the bed in the corner of the room staring at me like I was a serial killer. After some time our teacher walked in and tried to defuse the situation. I enraged, with tears coming down my face just had to sit there and talk this out. After the incident i learned that he farted on my face while I was asleep. And also whole class got hold of this info and we still sometimes talk about this. After that no one dared to mess with me (for real at least) and i got that new strongman nickname attached to me. I also became friends with him LOL.
When I was in 6th grade, I had to do a partner essay with this boy who sat next to me on the book we had read. BTW, nothing was wrong with him, and didn't have any sort of mental disability. Anyways, I had to practically hand feed him all the answers and baby him through the entire thing while still working on my side of the project. Fastforward, we were falling behind and I needed to do something about it. I told him that if he didn't step up his working pace, I would complete the project without him and tell the teacher. He said he would work on it, but he never did. So on the last class period, I worked on the project and finished it by myself. He complains says, I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHAT SHOULD I DO????? and all that shiz. I tell him to look over the essay, read and correct it but he just complains and complains. In the end, i send him a copy of the fully edited document and tell him only to change the name at the top. He reads over it and gets really angry that nothing was his, and begins to make sexist comments like, "this is why all girls are snakes", "this is why all men have to work, while women can sit around doing nothing", etc. After a full 5 minutes of taking his verbal abuse about my gender and body, i turn to him in a blinded rage and say in my most harsh voice, "[boy's name], shut the f*** up and do the god**** work. If you don't want to do anything, thats fine. But dont expect me to hold your hand like your four, im not your mother." Needless to say, he came crying to the teacher after class saying he wanted to be moved. I feel bad about being so mean to this boy, but i do hope that he learned that making rude comments and slacking off will get you into some very serious trouble.
I feel like your indignance and anger was justified, he was being a jerk, but hopefully in the future you'll have more options/flexibility and can stay away (or get away) from those people and/or situations ^W^
I had a nervous breakdown one day after my bully (who ironically was also a much bullied kid) kept on stealing my stuff - I was, at the time, cursed to sit next to him "thanks" to my homeroom teacher in middle school (I'm telling y'all, middle school is brutal). So at one point, I started crying out of frustration, grabbed my pencil case and started hitting this guy (my bully) with it. He was laughing for a bit, up until he suddenly stopped, stood up with a shocked look on his face and went out of the room. The room was dead quiet. Turns out, the tip of my compasses was peeking out of my pencil case and I didn't notice it, I was far too busy scream-crying at this guy that he should leave me the fuck alone already while I gave him hit after hit with my pencil case. The tip then got in contact with his forehead, made a small hole and caused him to bleed - at least he left me alone then. And he left me alone further down the line as well. Never had any problems with him again, we're now on cordial terms after our graduation. Bonus points: My English teacher noticed first what went on - she knew what kind of relationship I had with this guy and made sure that I wasn't to blame. In return, he got blamed for it all, lmao. Karmic justice.
I got epic revenge on my bullies too! Me and my sister were just talking in a wooden pavilion in an elementary playground about 5th grade. Then the girl who bullied us both started fighting us. My jaw was hit on the side of the pavilion wall , i didn’t cry but I know I went into a blind fit of rage actually pinning her down and punching her in the jaw too. Bearing in mind she was way taller than me and in the grade above but after I got up I watched her tearfully cry and me and my sister laughed knowing that we had our revenge. She served it because she had been bulling us for the majority of elementary. Let’s just say she never bullied us again not even in high school.
The only year when I was NOT harassed at all was freshman year, during the zoom year, when no one really had the energy for anything.
in kindergarten and elementary school, I was weaker, slower, and lesser academically than almost everyone else. Most of the harassment I got was physical. Once, in first grade, a little white-blonde kid, about half my height, side kicked me in the chest. I barely felt the impact, and then punched him in the gut, and he collapsed like a hay sack. That did not deter him and his friends from continuing to harass me for the entire 4 years that I studied in Russia. But, in fourth grade, on several occasions, I had them. When the blonde kid elbowed me in the back while we were on a typical 15 minute break, I turned around and pushed him hard, throwing him to the floor. Another instance was when he and a few others surrounded me in the hallway, one of them dropped me, and I proceeded to trap his foot between my ankles, and he fell over too.
in sophomore year, this kid Chad often harassed me and a few others, such as stealing everyone's backpacks, forcing me and a few others to chase after him. Once, a Senior actually beat him up for it. I wish I saw that, but hearing about it was nice, too.. He is a bit chubby, and physically weak. Every time we arm wrestled, I beat him within 5-10 seconds. and any time he tried to fight me, I just twisted his arms everywhere, often dropping him to the floor. I have the advantage of height, but still. Did that deter him and his friends from harassing me, even into senior year? Nope. Every time he tries, I put him back in his place. Very satisfying.
TL;DR: A girl who had a crush on my brother stole his signed Chewbacca Funko Pop, and would only give it back unless he saw OUaTiH with her. He tricks her into thinking that our dad is a police officer, gets arrested, and charges weren't pressed because she told her parents. She still does it.
Not me, but my brother had a female bully in high school who had a crush on him but didn't seem to realize that she was being a bully.
I should probably mention that this took place in summer 2019, so all of the following events are fairly recent.
On one day while he was in school, she broke into his house, stole his Chewbacca Funko Pop signed by Peter Mayhew (R.I.P.), and wouldn't give it back unless he went out with her. He agreed to a movie (Once Upon a Time in Hollywood) but said that his dad was a cop and that he would be dropping him off in a police car. Our dad is not a cop. He instead called the police, told them what happened, and asked one of them if he could go along with his plan. The officer then got the most devilish grin on his face and agreed. She waited outside the movie theater when a cop car pulled up. 'Great', she thinks. That is until the officer told her to put her hands behind her back. She laughed it off at first, but got a look of dread when the officer told her that it wasn't a joke. My brother then stepped out of the police car in a dress shirt and suit, said 'Allow me to get the door for you', opened the back door, and the officer put her in. Long story short, when she, my brother, and the officer got back to the police station, my brother said that he wouldn't press charges unless she told her parents what she did and why she did it, and gave him back his prized possession. 4 years later, She still keeps up with that old schtick and was put on probation because of it.
It’s always a good idea to stand up to your bully.
Violence is always the answer
He picked on me in HS for 2 years, the 3rd year when he first started trying again, I snapped, stood up, spun around and slammed my desk/chair into his head. I got detention for it, but he never tried to bully me again. Violence is not always the answer, but sometimes it is the perfect one.
Remember one time I was in second grade there was this one guy who was always around with his friends that just liked to bully anyone he came across. Unfortunately I was one of them because I reacted as telling him to stop and so on. Appearantly that was funny for him and one day he figured that he could push me around and do some minor stuff like that. Not really beating but in that direction. The second I would try to defend myself or fight back he would go to the teacher and his friends would always say that he was innocent and I was the bad guy and since the teacher didnt gave a shit and just saw five people vs one she believed them and gave me a long text to handcopy. Sadly they found out that I didnt even HAVE to do anything, they could just go to the teacher and complain and I would get punished. Eventually I just used the printer to do that because I had better stuff to do than writing the same text for one hour basically every day and noone noticed. Over time he went harder on other people, not me though because I could always run goddamn fast so he could never catch me. However he did stuff like stealing crutches, push people down the stairs (yeah he DID that, noone got hurt ever but still) and let his buddies hold down people while he just did things like empty their bags and so on. One day on the yard he and his friends split up and when I ran they came from multiple sides. Dunno what my brain told me but at that moment my violent side just took over and I turned around and wanted to kick him. Sadly he ran a little like the naruto run so when I just pulled up my foot I hit him directly below the ribcage into the midriff. Guy just fell over and was gone. Took him a minute or so to wake up again but after that he never even looked at me. Later they went to the teacher and told them I hit him unconcious but nobody could tell because it left no mark. She DID believe them but since nobody could prove anything she just gave me the usual task and didnt care. I just looked at them with the best manical grin ever and that was when they never even came near me. I know I was wrong and overreacted but I cant help but always feel good about it.
I kinda believe your story cuz teachers usually dont give a F.
Thats whats really Sad. They cant interviene directly against the bully, and things gets nastier by this lack of attitude.
If i was a teacher, I would give them bullies hell on earth.
8:39 That's actually a move that police uses and it seems to work rather consistently
that soda-replacement one was deliciously evil. 10/10 imo.
In short, beating up your bully actually works. To hell with Stick and Stone will never break my bones or "Just ignore them and walk away"
In 2nd grade, I was bullied. Until I blew snot all over his jacket in winter. That shit froze to him and then my bullying problems stopped all elementary. All his friends stopped bullying me too.
Once when I was in my 9th grade this girl was badmouthing me all the time. I even cried once. But one day I stood up to her. She didn't took that well. So in the end of the school insted of using her words like all the time she used her hands. I was packing up my things when suddenly she came at me like a raging psycho while screaming like an animal. My fight or flight mode kick in and I automatically chose to fight even though I am certainly not a fighter. So I grabbed my pencil case and hit her nonstop. She backed down a bit like a hurt puppy and came at me again like a bull. I hit her again and again. In the end her friend had to separate us. I am really proud to say that when that happened I was untouchable to her. But you know what's the funny part. We are good friends now. And she didn't seem to remember it and I didn't brought it up either.
I got bullied by some kids called Mariano, Iago and Oliver. I was the quiet kid, and one day, they all started sharing the quiet kid memes in class, and they started bullying me more than ever bc I couldnt fight back bc I didnt have a gun. So one day, I got my dad's Airsoft gun and when we where in math, th teacher asked the sqare root of random numbers, a girl said "64" and I reached into my bag, calling out "MM". Half the kids in my class bolted to the doorwhen I got out the fake gun and pointed it at Mariano. He fainted and I laughed. I got to eat mcdonalds that night for fighting back. The headteacher was angry and sent my parents letters, but they knew what a hard time I was having so I didn't get in trouble
I made my bully miss his most important day of his life by smashing his head in the locker room after 2 years of his BS!! He missed his HS graduation.
He was my bully since first grade until freshman year in highschool! Had no idea why he picked on me, maybe cause he could tell I was different! Yeah gay, but I didn't have the vocab at 7 years old!
Some have told me he might have been jealous because I am a Latino with blond hair and green eyes, and teachers and school staff went goo goo ga ga for me!
Others that it was a nationalistic thing he being Puerto Rican and I Mexican! It's true that he didn't like Mexicans, but it wasn't that!
When I got to HS everyone who I knew from the beginning of elementary school were shocked when they "discovered" I was Mexican, they couldn't believe it, they were like "dude all these years I thought you were PR", or "dude stop lying I know you since Kindergarten or first grade and I know for a fact you're PR", "I know your aunt from church and she is PR" yes my Aunt is PR and she is married to my father's brother, and you know he is Mexican! Yeah it couldn't have been the PR vs MEX thing, and I think the most logical is the first he could just tell I was different in first grade!
One day in highschool he stopped by my house, he picked on my little brother 8 years old and I snapped! I got a metal bat, he got scared, he backed off, he fell off his bike, (the frighten look on his face was so satisfying to see) he began crawling, he started screaming, he got up fast as I was walking towards him swinging that bat, he ran off screaming! The sound of his screams bring me such satisfying joy when reminiscing!
He stopped bothering me, stopped coming to school, he joined a gang, I walked in front of his corner once. He wanted to do something because he thought the gang was going to back him. They humored him with a one on one fight but he backed off when they told him solo! After that gang leadership greeted me with a high five and hug, ex bully didn't realize we all went to the same Catholic church growing up, bully's family wasn't Catholic, and also I was friends with some of their sibs in school! Back in the day gangs didn't really harass you in the street if they knew you were from the neighborhood, at least in Chicago! The look on his face when he saw them hugging me, I couldn't help but smile, but inside I was 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣! He never bothered me again!
Eventually the neighborhood gentrified and his family as renter's couldn't afford to live in the neighborhood anymore, so they moved and I never saw him again until one time on the city bus. I was 22, tall 6'3" and buff, he had not grown still the same height, he is as tall as my aunt who is 5'5", so shorter than the average male and he was soft and pudgy! I don't think he recognize me, I sat across him, looked at him up and down with contempt, he saw me looking at him and I noticed an uncomfortable look on his 👀! He got up with his SO, also short, and they moved closer to the driver!
Never saw him again, friends who left the life told me he never went on to achieve a higher rank, he'd been in and out of jail a few times, but the last time he was caught dealing crack cocaine so he is in prison for a very long time! There's a difference between being in Jail and being in Prison look it up! I used to feel satisfaction that he ended up so shitty, but now knowing he is in prison I feel sorry for him!
I put a kettlebell into an old backpack, and when she came at me in the hall that day I swung it and broke her jaw, along with some ribs. I fled after beating her and skipped school for the day. It was Friday, and a three day holiday weekend.
She had to have her jaws wired shut and urinated blood for a week. I never got busted for it, she was too scared to name me as her assailant. I had hidden the kettlebell and the old backpack.
Not my story, but my dad tripped over the bully when he was picking on my fathers friends. Lets call my dad "Bob" and the bully "Jason". So Jason pins Bob against a garage wall and brings his fist up to punch Bob in the face. Bob, being Bob, ducked and Jason hit the wall with his fist. This wall was a brick wall by the way. So Jason staggers back clutching his arm. Jason says something like "I'll be back for you" or "You'll pay for this", like a stereotypical bully. Next week, Bob goes to school to find out that Jason broke his pinkie finger. Never messed with Bob or his friends again.
I was at multiple schools but I've only got two good stories.
1: Foster brother was 7 years older than me, 2x taller and 2-3x heavier. I was a tiny primary school kid and every day he'd thrash me attempting WWE moves on the trampoline then getting the other foster siblings to stomp on me while I was down. I lost it one time when I was 7, lifted him over my head and threw him off a trampoline onto the hard ground. Took all my energy and adrenalline in one shot and he got back up right after and got his revenge, but damn if it wasn't worth it.
2: At age 8 in school someone was bullying my friend and I threatened to give them a knuckle sandwich (having only first heard the term a few days prior). He persisted, and I accidentally gave them a literal knuckle sandwich. Couldn't pull my hand out of his mouth and had to get a teacher to help.
My dad was bullied for his height and weight (short, underweight). A group of guys constantly picked on him until one day he lifted a desk with one arm and threw it at the bully's direction, which hit the blackboard. A week after, he picked up the kid and threw him off a balcony. The bully landed on the gym teacher and my dad got in trouble.
Well not actually in trouble. They called my grandpa about it and he literally said I'd my dad didn't fight back, he'd do something about it himself. Nobody messed with my dad after that
If you get slapped for 2 solid minutes, that makes you realize nobody actually liked you, and that you are far weaker than you thought you were. I wouldn't be surprised if that kid was meek the rest of the school year atleast.
Glad to have never really been picked on or bullied in elementary or high school (helped I'm a big guy) but in high school it was probably because I broke the jaw of a guy who threatened my brother at a party they were both attending (my brother was drunk and was making out with the dude's gf, while my brother had a gf at the time. Guy was like 6 foot 2 and played football) I was called by my brother's friends to pick him up since I don't drink, brother insulted the dude, he pulled his fist back to punch my brother, I pushed his arm out of the way and hit him across the jaw with my elbow and broke it (never got in trouble, think he was too embarrassed I did it so easily, though I was taking martial arts at the time)
i have been bullied several times with different revenge strategies. The first time, I had a bully in year 3 (of course he had a massive boy gang and was at least a year older than me) Can't remember what he did really only remember 4 things he did. 1: mock me about liking cars (I'm a girl btw) 2: being really sexist. 3: ask me if I was gonna vomit everytime he saw me (bro you didn't even know what it meant until I told you) 4: tell me girls can't read. Not really big things but oh well. Once I was in year 7 and saw him again, I kicked him in the balls and beat the shit outa him until he cried. The second time, in year 6 my now ex bestie, body shamed me, made fun of me, mocked me and such. I didn't do anything and the teachers never believed me because of our "friendship." She was still irritating in year 7 so I told on her. Thank GOD! I sat next to her in every lesson (thanks primary teacher for telling the school we are trustworthy to sit next to each other and get along well) anyway she got moved in all of them. I do sit next to her in Spanish now, but she's matured since year 6 so I have her a second chance. No forgiveness. If you want my forgiveness you have to.. I don't know ig beg on your knees. I'm not a forgiving person. And I'm being bullied now. Online my classmates are absolute shits. They started being homophobic and shit so obvs I reported it. It didn't do that much except for if it got worse, they would have a chat. Then they started calling me mushroom. (I have short hair and I'm a girl so they call me that because idk) they also called me greasy chips. I got offended at "shut the fuck up lesbo" because I am lesbian and the person that they were talking to was not lesbian and was a "fat" and "ugly" person according to the world. But it got worse, you apparently can't stand up for yourself when there are 20 people on the other side and 1 on yours. I stood up for myself. But nope. They didn't have any of it. They started insulting my art, (bro I can draw way better than you, saw your art homework and it was a circle and line. Meanwhile I can draw realistic portraits of most people) then they started it physically in the corner of the ground, so no teachers could see. I came home wet on Friday because they poured my water all over my head. THEN they went and told me to kill myself. Multiple times. In passing. In person. Through texts. Through any form of messaging system. If it weren't after Christmas, I would have got those death rose things as a present. That's how bad the death threats were. Oh did I say death threats? Yes that's right. They said if I didn't do it myself they'd do it. And I don't have any proof. I do throw pretty good punches but I have a perfect reputation with the attendance and grades and lack of punishments. I'm not spoiling that. But I did beat up my y3 bully, but that is only because he walks home in the same direction as me, I had an after school club, he had detention so we ended up walking home at the same time, no witnesses. But none of my classmates walk the same way as me so I can't beat the fucking crap out of them. If you have any suggestions for revenge on my motherfucking classmates, do tell. :)
If they texted you death threats then that means they either used their number or a false number. If they used their number then there’s your proof and they are done for, if it’s false number then obviously you can’t go that route. There’s a little technique that isn’t physical or anything that has worked for me and my parents over the times very well. Just be overly nice to them. It may sound stupid, but it drives people insane when you do it.
Carry either pepper spray or hairspray so if they do something to you, you can defend yourself. With the messages I would recommend going to either principal or hell even police (but only if they are using their actual numbers to send that crap) if you choose the police method and they don't do anything then I might recommend you record them doing this shit and go from there
@@CosmoProwess I did tell my teacher and then that got carried over to child support of the school. Not the head teacher though. They told them off but they did not give a flipping fuck. So obviously they are using their real numbers because it was on a group chat. And I know you should be nice to them. It's just EXTREMELY hard
@@ablueberry33 I won't be able to use pepper spray or hairspray. Pepper spray I won't be allowed and hairspray, I'm not going to be allowed to use my mother's hairspray as it's expensive. I have told the school but the kids didn't give two shits about it. I would blog to the police but I don't want to go over with the telling them what happened for an hour again, it's absolutely mind numbing. And I wouldn't be able to record it because if we have our phones or any devices out, instant C4 detention.
@@Iamw0bbly Well if that's the case I honestly don't know how to help here, I am sorry and I hope you find some way to deal with those assholes
Listen if you are getting bullied just ignore them and do nothing about it. If you are asking why it’s because they would most likely get bored because you are giving them no reaction I know this because I did this and their reaction was fricking hilarious
I have so many of these. My fav though is a little boy and his friends (I got them later) we’re always pushing or touching me. We were in the 6th grade. One day the main offender pushed me down on the playground in our apartment complex. I hit my head on some concrete and left crying. I didn’t go home though. I went to his apartment, grabbed a tree branch and waited. Hours later he comes bopping home, I jumped out and hit him over and over until he was crying. His mother came out and grabbed the branch from me and asked why I was hitting her son. I told her what happened and she looked at him and said “Oh you’re picking on girls now huh? I thought you this? No!” She handed the branch back and said ‘Continue’. I did. She then took off her belt and pooped him a few times and then got him up. ‘Wait until your daddy gets home’. Never bothered me again, lol. (I’m a tiny woman, was an even smaller 6th grader…I had to handle more than a few boys and girls that made the mistake of thinking small meant weak)
Story two, another of the boys was following me home, with the others. They were throwing rocks at the back of my legs, hard enough to draw blood. He specifically had asked me to have sex with him the summer before and I said no. From then on, he was mad and always picking at me (we were 12 mind you). The rocks were the breaking point with him. Like with his friend, I waited for him. This time at school. I stood casually talking to my friend next to our lockers. I waited until he passed and grabbed a handful of his hair, spun him around and repeatedly slam his face into the open locker door. I don’t remember yelling at him, but my bestie (we are still friends yo this day ) says I was yelling ‘Throw rocks now! Throw them now!” I do remember slamming his face though. I stopped when I saw blood, pushed him, closed my locker and went into my English class. Never got in trouble. This was the age of ‘Awww dog, you got beat up by a girl.” So though a lot of people saw, no one said a word. Just silence in the hall, lol. And of course he never told and never walked home the same route as me again.
I've got a story: I got bullied really bad in grade school. It was usually this one kid, "Andy", and his group of goons - mostly spoiled, rich kids. These kids, especially Andy, made my life hell for years; taunting, threats, teasing, mocking, beating me up. I constantly daydreamed about kicking the snot out of Andy and all his friends.
On the playground at recess one day - I don't recall exactly what they were doing to me - but Andy and his friends were picking on me again, and I just snapped. I grabbed this hollow, plastic (but still pretty hard) baseball bat and went after Andy. He could run pretty fast, so he got away no problem. So, in my blind rage, I immediately turned my focus to his friends. Most of them had booked it already, but there was one kid, named "Jesse" who wasn't fast enough to get away. So I went after him.
Mind you, this kid bullied me pretty bad too. He put a thumb tack on my chair one time, and I sat down on it. *ALL THE WAY DOWN* on it. I knew he did it, because he was sitting there, smiling and laughing as I pulled the tack out of my ass.
I chased him around the playground, hitting him any way I could with this plastic bat. I still remember the slapping "thunk" noise it made. Sounded like it really hurt.
Eventually, the playground monitor showed up and I got sent to the office. I got in a lot of trouble. My mom tried to stand up for me, pointing out that these kids had been tormenting me almost daily for years - that they had it coming. (Typical schools, ignoring a problem like bullying until it backfires and people get hurt...)
Life went on after that. I moved to a different part of town and started at a new school. Years passed. Eventually we moved to a completely different town - a small, hick town in the middle of nowhere, called "Tigerton".
I walked into art class on my first day, and there he was: Jesse. He just glared at me. He tried to rough me up once after that. I fought back. No big deal.
The good news is, that over time, he and I became pretty good friends in high school. It was really weird that he and I ended up moving away from the city we were both from to the same, stupid little podunk town in the middle of nowhere. But we were able to talk about all the rotten things we had done to each other in grade school - me chasing and hitting him with the bat, him putting the tack on my chair (he finally admitted to it too). We had a laugh about it and entertained our classmates with our stories.
I don't know what ever happened to him after high school. I heard he got a job in a nearby town, but I never saw him again. Doesn't look like he does social media or anything, because I've tried looking for him a couple times.
So, Jesse, if you're out there, I hope you're doing well for yourself and living a good life. And I hope the red mark went away.
i also was bullied a lot when i switched schools to a private one because i had 'bad friends' in the first school but that was the opposite up until 6th grade my friends were amazing when i switched schools thats when i started being bullied but because it was a private school and it had just about 200 students at the time i would just report them to the administrator, eventually the bullying stoppe but not before i got forcefully thrown out of the schools bus and broke my arm the entire bus actually came to my aid a lot of people confronted the bully and dragged him to the principals office, the bully was expelled immediately
My story was I used a chair on him then beat him to a bloody pool. Became the main villain in the school and had 0 issues and was left alone. The school also was unable to kick me out nor anything due to he started it. So was for 2 years had only one teacher for everything and was alone. His friends picked a fight in the part and yah. Broke their legs, arms, and ones neck; all in self defense. Due to other people said I was defending myself that saved my ass. So I became a loner and never got a girlfriend because people just feared me as a big bad wolf. Also due to that my mother never let me socialize and I became that person who people just fear and call Dexter when I'm just protective of the people around. Yah, being raised by vets as a kid does make you an effective fighter. Working on getting a girlfriend due to shrinks orders. PS was the only Russian in the school and was targeted by everyone for it So yah, only three teachers defended me while the rest didn't give a dam.
“And one day, he just had enough. He grabbed an unknown 45. Pistol and shot him and his friends 12 times.”
I was sickly,and scrawny. Had my tonsils and adenoids out,and grew a foot in about a year and a half. Kicked their asses as I encountered them over the next couple of years.
Good times...good times.
I broke her wrist.
I don‘t know why, I think something inside of me just snapped and so I broke her wrist.
Long story short, of course I was punished because the bullies were 6 against me and they all told the story of how I randomly attacked her, while I tried to tell the teachers they were bullying me.
I hurt them countless other times but I think this was the worst one I remember.
In high school, I took sh*t from a kid who bullied me for YEARS for having a slight learning disability. The worst was when he was forced to sit next to me in Biology while we learned what "bradycardia" meant. He would often start off teasing me quietly so the teacher wouldn't hear with calling me "brady" (While it didn't appear to hurt, it did as I'm self-conscious about my mental state). Did that sh*t for 2 YEARS and I couldn't shake him!
Unfortunately for me, it wasn't as easy as just punching him in the kisser, taking my licks, and being done with it: he was a year younger than me when it boiled over (17 to my 18), so I was ultimately scared of any assault charges.
I waited until he got up from the table at lunch and then enacted my revenge (no, it wasn't something juvenile like put a Whoopee cushion under him discretely. I wanted him to REALLY feel karmic justice). I waited until he was ALMOST back and he could see me.
I MASHED applesauce in his agenda (I'm talking flying elbow slam, hammer smash with both hands, etc. Despite my appearance, I was athletic and I worked out. My goal was to do as much damage as possible while skirting the law)
Lost the people who I THOUGHT were my friends at lunch, had to pay for a new agenda, and got an after-school detention a few days later, but f it. I STILL walked later that year AND I felt like I had showed him that you only push someone SO FAR before they snap like a rubberband and you NEVER tease someone for something that they can't help).
TLDR; be careful who you f*ck with as it COULD boil over!
There were like 6 storys where the teachers knew about the bullying and did nothing. Why?
Cause sometimes people are absolute pieces of crap
most likely was that they had no proof, the headteacher or parents probs refused to listen, i guess
They're scared of lawsuits
Bet they are incompetent cowards, mid life crisis zeros who want to fit in with the popular kids, useless kid hating water cooler dictators, etc.
These people are so creative with their revenge plans, unlike me: I went to a elementary school in a rich neighborhood but my family was poor, I was the only one that didn't have the newest gaming console, that one shiny beyblade, those 200$ shoes...
In 6th grade there was this one rich kid that constantly turned the rest of the class against me, it didn't matter what I said or what I did, as long as I did it it was stupid. Only my best friend was still on my side.
One day I came to school with a new phone and I of course wanted to show off so I took it out, that rich kid laughed at me because I didn't get an iphone and he took my phone when I wasn't looking and he threw it against the ground, cracking the screen completely. I was so mad that I stabbed him in the neck with a pencil. He went to the hospital and I got away with it because nobody dared to tell the teacher who did it. He was fine after it and he returned to school a week later with a fancy scarf around his neck.
I don't know what got into me to do something so dangerous but I guess I just couldn't watch someone who is 2 heads shorter than me and built like a beach ball ruin my life just because he has cool stuff.
I never told my parents but I did get scolded because I broke my phone.
2:29 that revenge was really tame for what the bully did.
Yep the scissors video is still out there. Yep those guys earned that.
Most of the stories told how the school never do anything until the victims stand for themselve or it got escalated
I met my highschool bully in a mma gym years later and surprise surprise he was still a piece of crap. After months of going there i beat the shit out of him in sparring to the point the owner wanted me out, i explained myself and luckily the owner forgave me. The next time i left the gym i was awaited by a handful of his goons, just like in highschool. What they he didn’t know was that i anticipated it and brought some friends myself, three fridge sized bamf‘ers. It didn’t go well for them.
As per usual these self proclaimed outlaws tried to press charges once violence didn’t help. I arranged a meeting with them and their lawyer and showed them a video they made years ago in which they can be seen beating me up when i was a minor and they legally adults. After maybe 10 seconds of the video playing they turned pale and didn’t say a word. Their lawyer just looked at them with that look and said something like „if you have any common sense you will forget about that lawsuit right now“. They did and i never had trouble with them again.
i love the "if you poison my dogs, the bad smell in your house will be your rotting corpse " part XD
7:00 It's so satisfying with the drunk driver being the one hurt
11:03 I had a similar story. long story short bully bullied me, i snapped, threw punches like there was no tomorrow, didn't get in trouble because everyone loved me. i hate so much that i didn't get in trouble.
I remember having many people picking on me in elementary school, it never reached to physical aggresions, most of it was them trying to make me cry, moking and insults, as always no teachers or school staff believed me. At those years I was already a pissed off kid with awfully long, unpolished nails so I ended up being sent with the coordinator of the school some times for scratching them too bad. they left me alone and I just continued life normally, actually I met with one of them on a friend's party and we don't feel any remorse against eachother, now she only jokes at times in a good matter.
Remember fellas, some of these bullies' parents never gave them a smack, so it's your time to give them the first one.
I never understood why schools don’t do anything about bullying but does something when the kid getting bullied stands up for themselves like seriously the kid wouldn’t have had to do it if you actually did your job that’s like if the police did nothing about criminals but would arrest people that did their jobs for them if I were a parent and I was called and they said my kid fought their bully my first response would be “well what did you and the teachers do to stop it from getting to this point because the fact my kid had to defend themselves from their bully means you didn’t do your job and let it get this point it’s a good thing you aren’t a cop as it sounds like if you knew a woman who reported a guy multiple times to you for stalking her and you saw her getting raped by said guy she reported and she was defending herself against then rapist you’d arrest the woman because it seems you only do something when the victim fights back and that something is to punish the victim and don’t say my kid could have talked to a teacher the fact they had to defend themselves means they did and the teacher did jackshit or half assed it and didn’t do anything that would actually make the bully stop either way you are punishing the victim also tell me how do you plan on punishing the bully wait let me guess you aren’t or it’s going to be a slap on the wrist and not nearly as bad as you are punishing the victim you know what my kid is changing schools hopefully this next one will be better and teach kids to standup for themselves and others”
My little bully story is pretty short and simple
In middle school, a kid got out of the classroom in front of me when bell ranged for next class and kept fucking with me, while we were waiting for the bus after school I punched him once in the stomach he cussed me out walked off and didn't both me anymore.
Had a friend with me as back up in the background in case things went south for me and did it in the back of the crowd. I was a little, and he was much bigger than. I'm fine doing things myself but felt more comfortable with a "safety net"
I love the fact that there are constant charges until the bully’s dad finds out and just says:”Oh shit, you’re right.” Charges dropped😂
I have my own short story of a bully incident I’d like to share.
This happened last year in my senior year and I was in journalism and I was just simply doing my work, however that say I had lost my belt and had to deal with my pants not staying up, so in that class a group of kids behind me decided to shoot paper to my butt crack, yes I know it’s not nice to see it however I didn’t know about it, now I would’ve brushed it off, but they had recorded it and posted it to tiktok, I only found out after the weekend. I was livid, now I had gone thru the system to get them in trouble (thanks to my teachers who cared and helped me) and they were shown the video of them doing it and witness of students who saw the video or was there, the girl who recorded and did the thing actually had gotten into a major fight at this school event dance, so what she did that Friday added fuel to the fire, I have not seen her ever again, think she got expelled.
I just beat the shit out of him and he left me alone. Nuff said, not complicated lol. Got the job done
I still am surprised at how they almost do nothing in schools about bully else then saying bullying is bad and when you take care of it you get in trouble
I'm noticing the pattern of "The people in power don't do shit until someone has had enough and fights back"
I wish I had revenge on my bully, they were really manipulative and horrible, one day they punched me in the face infront of teachers, I wrote a statement and went home, the next day me and a friend were gonna go to the head of mental health to tell her about all they had done to me and my friends, however apparently they got taken away cus of their mental health so we couldn't talk about them, they got no punishment at all and still talked about me and my friends behind our backs :(
Had this one Billie who wouldn’t leave me alone he kept making fun of my weight and acne
So I yelled at him “at least my grandma is alive “
For context the kid lost his grandma and we where almost about to get into a fight
Once upon a time when I came to kindergarten, the bully (I will call him R) decided it would be funny to make fun of the shortest kid in the class, me. Forwarding time to late kindergarten, I got fed up so I kicked R in the stomach. Worth detention. Fast forwarding again to 3rd grade, friday. I and a few other kids were playing Soccer. (R was playing too, and he was goalie) R drop-kicked the soccer ball and it was going toward me at high speeds. (I estimate 30-40 mph) Me, being the idiot I was, though I had the force like Darth Vader. So I held my left arm up. Fast forward to the town hospital, an X-Ray showed I broke my wrist, and I got a cast for 2 months. (it was august at the time)
And this shows. Ignoring doesn’t do shit. You have to do something. It could be beating their *ss (it worked for me) or help karma.
I don't get how the adults in charge at school don't get that when they do nothing to reign in the bullies, the other students will conclude that it's up to them to reign in the bullies.
I was bullied for years and never had revenge. There were dozens of them. Their faces still haunt me in my sleep
Be reassured that you're not alone. I'm autistic and have been bullied my entire life. One day I snapped! I picked up a chair during a class and threw it at the scumbag. I caught Hell from the teacher but the little shit was treated as the victim. Things kicked off again in a woodwork class, and made a determined effort to crucify him to a work bench with two chisels! Only to be thwarted by his cronies. I was then branded as psycho or crazy.
There was a zero tolerance in school and after 3 detentions you would get suspended. My bully beat my a$$ and got us both a detention, and my parents told me how many I got left I said 2 left, they said beat his a$$ next time, and I did, then my friend fought him and he got suspended for a month and I never got bullied again
I'm a bit of the odds one out in this, as I'm not a short nerd type guy. I'm actually tall and have been told if I wanted to I could easily get onto a football team. I was a bit of a germaphobe when I was younger so naturally my bullies used that against me. Got tired one day and told my bully to stop or he'd regret it. The second I turned around he sucker punched me. I immediately got angry and started fighting him, I ended up picking him up and slamming him on ground. From that day on no one picked on me.
Bully: Does violence against other students*
School: *looks away whistling*
Student: *Does the more legal self defense*
School: *gives self defending student Suspension*
Because school staff are incompetent and corrupt.
Ironically enough, wrote a letter apologising for an incident that got pokemon cards temp banned in the school, got a reply back with apologies for the bullying. Me and my bully ended up chill for the rest of primary school, haven't seen him since. Granted I was bullied by 99% of the school, I can still name the 5 or so people who never bullied me once
4:16 I cried non-stop for days when my dog died, no one bullied me about it (well except one who got what was coming for him - he didn’t bully me for the crying though)
There was a time where a bully forgot what happens when someone is push to point of rage where they can remember anything after.
Long story short, a bully thought it was funny to bully a grade 1 student (me) by insulting and when they get they chance when I am alone in class, they kick me in a corner and kept kicking. They did nothing to make me snap, I just had enough and my anger hit crimson red and got shaped pencil and stabed one of the bully (the leader of the bullys).
Afterwards I don't remember anything after but from what I saw when the ambulance was taking away was he had hella a lot bruises. So might have gone complete ballistic on him.
Its sad to hear this stories, in my country bullying is basically not a thing and if you did bullying someone, the next day the whole school will gang up on you
Which country?
I feel sick when the victim gets in trouble
I hope this changes