Who were you mean to in grade school?

Surely all of us have at one time or another been mean to
another child in our younger days.

As adults, those of us who grew up with a moral fiber regret
such behavior. So even though we may not be able to locate
the people we picked on as children, maybe we can get the
apologies out. And maybe, just maybe, the right someone might
just see it.

Hardly was I a bully, but I do remember doing things for which
I am now ashamed. I don't mean long term picking, but an
occasion that sticks in my mind and just won't go away.

Ah, the conscience speaks volumes, yes?

I would like to apologize to Debbie Cano, whom I teased about
having head lice. Now that I am grown up, it is obvious to me
the girl came from a not so nice home and was never happy.
I hope she ended up living a good life after all.

Another apology to Nancy Gentry - I don't know why I picked on
her in art class, I think I was going along with the group. Nancy,
I am so sorry.

And to Donna Thomas, whom I locked in the walk-in freezer until she
cried when we were teenagers. Though she was quite a handful herself,
it wasn't right for me to do that. Later on I learned what a terrible home life
she had. Donna, I am truly sorry for what I did.

Okay, who is brave enough to go next?

I can't recall being mean to anybody in school. Was always afraid that I would be the next target. However, the regret I have, is that I did not stand up for those who were picked on. Just silently stood by and watched. To those of you whom I did not defend, I am sorry. My fondest hope is that you all prospered in life.

I was the one picked on in school. I was overweight, had a limp, a learning disability and came from a home with a single Mom on welfare with seven kids, so the bullies had plenty of ammunition. ; ) To all those who picked on me: it's ok, I forgive you. You were kids, I was a kid--none of us knew what we were doing. (Besides, someone has to keep the therapists in business, lol!)

I do recall, however, one little boy who could cry so easily that it was a game for me to see how long it would take to bring him to tears. That is something I do regret; poor little guy. I knew his parents and they were both nice people, when they weren't drinking. But they were alcoholics so they were rarely sober, and they were really nasty drunks. So, I'm sorry, Jimmy Fraser, for being mean to you when we were kids.

I also have to slip in another confession while I'm at it. This is has nothing to do with school, however; I just have to get this off my chest while I'm in confession mode. This one is really hard. When I was four years old, I was playing with my brother's guitar (without his knowledge), when I took the guitar pick and started following a line in the wood grain with it. Before I knew what had happened, I found I had left a deep groove right along the top of the guitar. I panicked, put the guitar away, and didn't mention it to anyone. When my brother found it, he immediately blamed my rotten little brat cousin, Jimmy (who was visiting from Boston at the time), for the offense, which he emphatically denied. Here's the worst part: to this day; my brother still believes it was Jimmy who did it. I have never had the nerve to confess, nor have I told anyone about it except my husband. I can't tell you how much guilt I still feel for this--it's as bad as the day it happened. So, to my brother Vernon,--It was me who ruined your guitar. And, for my cousin Jimmy (who died tragically in a car accident, 15 years ago) I am sorry you got stuck with the blame and punishment, and I hope this message gets through to you.

And to anyone reading this: sorry for the long monologue!☺

Rhonda

This message was edited Mar 18, 2006 9:35 AM

Hmmmmm, the only one I can think of being mean to was a girl who was an only child., and it was actually my older sisters who did the meanness...I just didn't object ( as I recall). She would come to our country home to play with us, and my sisters would shut her in the cellar, and make her cry.
Like Rhonda, I was the one who was usually picked on. I was rather scrawny, and younger than the ones who picked on me. I remember it with sadness, but not malice.

I wasn't picked on, nor was I mean to anyone, as I recall. But I was just thinking. Maybe this thread should contain first names only.

Defoecat, you wrote my letter. I did make fun of a couple of kids in kindergarten, but it never felt right. I guess it was kind of a half hearted meaness. I think recognizing ourselves makes a difference in who we are and who we were. (It doesn't make it right for our targets tho.)

I always wanted everyone to be friends never bullied anybody but was bullied from time to time

scary thing when you have kids and see other kids with that pattern starting -- how to let your own kid know it is ok to just walk away and be with true friends and not let it get to him....

I think first names only is good. Funny how we can remember those names, decades later (for me 40+ years).

I was picked on. My clothes weren't in style. I don't remember being mean on purpose to anyone, but I did nail them at night in my pretend world. In that world I'd marry them off to each other, because to me that was the worst thing that could happen. (Now I know it is 'way up there on a bad list).

I was very mouthy to our bus driver. He was mean! Always yelling. I got into a lot of fights - defending the underdog, especially my best friend, who was short and fat, while I was tall and skinny. My dad always taught me to stick up for the weak ones, including myself. Kids always wanted to fight me because I was tall (and ugly, they said). I hated grammar school and junior high.

Considering it now, it's probably what taught me to not back down easily, and not cry when hurt, but to fight back. Sometimes good, sometimes bad character trait. Learned eventually that a crying woman can get further in some venues. Never mastered on-cue crying, however.

Is this like the confessional?

I usually played with the underdog too 4paws. It used to bother me that I wasn't in the popular group, till I realized I didn't like the same things they did. I was happy climbing trees, building forts out of horseweed stems and building dams. I was a tomboy. But when you're young, fitting in is what's important. It's a rare kid that is confident enough to go their own way.

I did the same thing - the forts and stuff! I wasn't successful at the tree thing - kept getting stuck. I wasn't a confident kid - took 'til I was about 23 and moved to Santa Cruz, CA. Lots of strange folks like me there! lol

4Paws, I was medium tall and skinny too. I was a whiz at climbing trees tho. I think we would have had fun! I wasn't confident after I hit the preteen years. I never felt like I fit in. I'm sort of a loner now, meaning I enjoy being by myself. I'm usually too busy to make new friends. (I've lived here my entire life, not too many new friends to make in a town of 375 people.) I like my life just as it is!

I was one of the "picked on" also. I was tall, thin, crooked teeth, hand me down clothes, the whole 9 yards. My worst memory of school was a week after our house caught fire and burnt to the ground, I had just gone back to school that day, and one of my tormentors started picking at me, and another school mate said to him, "Leave her alone, her house just burnt down".

I don't know which upset me more. It was ok to pick on me any other time, but not then cause my house had burnt? LOL Funny now, not then. I an not sure if I am ready to forgive, even after 26 years. That is probably my worst memory of being picked on, all throughout my school years

Janis

Tall, thin, crooked teeth, hand me down clothing.

Are you describing me, or yourself? :-)

I was picked on because of my last name, which rhymed with Alligator.
It didn't help that my father hunted with many of my male teachers. I was
called by my last name instead of my first name, and it annoyed me to no end.

Never had much to put into a bra, and still don't, but it felt pretty bad about it
back in school. I had fangs and bad acne at 14. To top it all off, a friend showed me
how to avoid plucking my eyebrows by using her father's razor. Once I tried it,
I went overboard. I never realized how goofy I looked until years later I saw pictures.

Skin tight jeans, half missing eyebrows, fangs, stringy hair, acne, no boobs,
and often called Olive Oil.

A fellow school mate once glued my hair to the pencil tray on her desk, because
my hair was long and it would sit on her desk if I didn't woosh it just right. I knew
what she had done at the first tug, but wasn't going to give her the pleasure of
seeing me jerk my hair out. So I waited until after class was over. When all the
students left, I called for the teacher to assist.

When I discovered off-the-shoulder peasant tops, a pair of twin boys and another
kid decided I looked like a tramp, so they held me down in the middle of the
street to rub a dog turd in my face, telling me so.

Kids are so mean. But now that I am an adult, I'm beginning to wonder if they
are any better sometimes.

There was this one kid I picked on, with my best friend, but he would purposely sit with us on the bus everyday. We tortured that poor kid. Years later, my sister told me she was dating him, and I about fell over laughing. That little short, skinny kid Tracy and I used to make cry? She just smiled, and walked away. That night he came to pick her up. That scrawny little kid was BUILT and about 6'2". He told me that he actually came and sat with us every day cause we were sophmores and he was in 8th grade and he loved the attention!!

He and my sister have been together for 14 years, married for 10, and have 6 kids!LOL

Janis

Janis,

Ah, good, a story with a happy ending!

You know, I often wonder what happened to certain kids. There were a large
group of boys that used to pick on me all the time. I felt as if I would never
have a boyfriend.

Fast forward to 20-something. My teeth are fixed, hair curled, looking good
driving down the highway in a sporty little car with the top down. Along comes
a guy we won't mention (his name is too unique) waving me down. So, I pulled
over wondering what ________ Mc________ wanted.

He strutted up to the car like cock of the walk and began talking. We were well
into three minutes of the conversation when I took my sunglasses off. Suddenly
the direction went backwards. "Uh, I, uh, oh, I thought you were someone else."

I drove off half mad and half laughing my butt off. To think that everything was just
fine until he realized I was the girl he tortured in school, ha ha! What a boost to
my ego back then!

Since I live in a small town setting in a rural area, I actually see alot of the kids I went to school with ... and my kids go to school with their kids. Having a mildly retarded child, I am so glad that the bullying laws have been put in place.

My 15 yr old gets all mad, cause I am the youngest of all his friends moms. And, I've had 4 kids, and still look good LOL He tells me, don't dress like that! Don't look "hot". His friends think I'm the hottest mom in their school LOL Thats an ego boost too!

Janis

Janis that story is so wonderful and they are married after all these years !!!

and you keep looking hot ! Hey I am 41 years old with a 6 year old son and I can hold my own to the other kindergarten Mom's!!!!! LMAO!!! they in their early 30's or late 20's hey a girl has to keep on keepin on.....

By junior high I was the 2nd tallest and biggest kid there. One day one of the bullys stole my hat and tossed it to a crony just as I grabbed him. I kept my hold and threatened worse than death. I stood a few inches taller. His crony tossed the hat back. Other kids looked to me for protection, which I would do if I felt they were just being picked on. By high school I was still 6 ft. tall and not such a big deal.

Hey Frankay, is that a tall-kid phenomenon? So familiar sounding....

I think middle school has to be the toughest. I remember being in a group of girls and they ended up (isn't there always a "ring leader") deciding they didn't think one of the girls was cool enough. I started to think the girls we lunched with weren't being very nice and gladly switched tables with the girl they didn't like. We had a grand time just hanging out but more and more people were singling her out.

I will NEVER forget this. We sat at a table that was very long and lots of different groups that would lunch there. Our former lunch friends thought it would be sooo funny to pile a mess of all their leftover lunches on one tray and plop it in front of this girl they didn't like. I wish I had had the moral fiber then to stand up for her but luckily someone else at the table did.

Her name was Nikki and in 8th grade she was one of the tough more popular girls. She stood up and hollared at the girl who dropped it off at our new table and yelled at her to pick that up and told them how ignorant they were.

It was great. It still sticks with me and I'll always be glad I stayed friends with Heather no matter what the other girls thought. I'll admit, she was different and I can't pinpoint exactly why, I think she was really smarter than all of us (lol) but it was much more fun to be friends with her than a group of hyena's who could only laugh at other people.

Finding someone who is fun to be with is the most important thing. In 6th grade I had 3 friends that no one else liked, but I was comfortable with them. I had 1 fang...... It kind of lowered itself down, but it used to stick out. 1 ear also stuck/sticks out. I don't care. Now.

Hehe, it really is amazing that once you pass the school years you realize how little the things that went on there really matter!!!! I was blessed with good friends and some good times but I'll always say college were the best years of my academic career!

It's true. I never went to college, but I realized that once you graduated, everyone young and old ended up being the ''same age'' and were accepted. Little things didn't matter anymore.

I was the one who always made friends with the new kids in the class. We seemed to have some every year since we had a Air Force Base in the city I lived in. I went to a Catholic School so those kids came to our parish.
I didn't make fun of other kids, or have anyone make fun of me.
The only thing that bothered me was that I could make funny comments about things on the spur of the moment and then others would want me to repeat them to friends that came up. Somehow things are not funny twice. LOL I always declined to repeat the remarks.
I used to watch this one girl torment a boy I am sure she thought was cute. The poor kid was just not interested. She would have him in tears from the things she would do to try to get attention from him. I thought it was cruel. She once tore up some paper and through the confetti on him. I didn't think it was funny and he started crying from frustration.

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That's a wonderful story, Sherry. I hope you find her.

There was a girl Lorraine - youngest of 3 kids. Came from a home where the mess never stopped - mother had a local business, and never took a bath. It was terrible how bad that entire shop smelled. So - why did we pick on that girl? I have NO idea. None whatsoever! The elder sister became homecoming queen, so you realize it wasn't all the kids that were shunned. Lorraine, I am sorry for joining in on the pack attack. That was 50+ years ago, and I still regret my dumb behavior!

Thank you for starting this post, I have something that has bothered me for 34 years that I need to get off my chest.

There is/was a lady that is probably deceased by now that I need to apologize to. When I was 19 years old my cousin, her boyfriend, and myself when to a park and had some beer to drink. Although I wasn't used to beer, it gave me a feeling of power/or braveness, I guess.

Never had I hurt anyone diliberately, not in school or anywhere. Usually it was the other way around, I was a loner.

Well, on this day, I took out all of my frustration on this poor model that was being photographed at the park. She was an older Model probably in her thirties, and I made fun of her so that she could hear me. I am so sorry for that and I wish I could make that up somehow, only I don't have a clue who she was. That was over 34years ago. This has been on mind for years and It really hurts to think about what I did. I am so sorry for what I did.


edited to add: I'll never forget the tears she had in her eyes, that is what is in my memory.

This message was edited May 28, 2006 10:29 AM

It really bothers me that so many people spend their whole lives feeling defined by what they were, or thought they were in school. Maybe we can let our children know that if they hurt someone it will stay with that person forever and it will also stay with themselves forever. At one of our class reunions the person who was songleader, etc, etc.,etc.....(her life apparently isn't going so well now) was overheard saying about another person who is now a multi-millionaire, "but he was a NOTHING in school!" One of the greatest retorts I heard a young boy use (yes, a geek) "Statistics show that I will probably one day be your boss". Boy, I wish I could have been this wise when I was 12.
Sherry

There were so few kids in my grade school, it was hard to be mean to anyone. When I started 1st grade, there were 7 of us, by the time I got to 7th grade, I was the only one left, until a family moved into town from the farm. They had a daughter who was my age, so I wasnt alone anymore.

When I started school, there was 2 teachers, 1 for grade school, one for high school. By my 4th grade, they stopped the high school and we only had 1 teacher for the grades 1-8.

I felt I got a very good education..unlike whats going on nowdays in schools...but thats a whole different topic.

Kris

earthling,
What a great teacher/student ratio! I'm sure you got a better education than most....Was it lonely? Small town?
How many people there locally?
Sherry

Very small town.... smaller now, I think there is about 25 people left there, no school anymore, no grocery store..even the church shut its doors.

I cant say it was a lonely place to live, I had extended family there, both sets of grandparents lived there, many uncles and aunts....and everyone was a friend. Since there were so few kids there, we couldnt be too picky about who we played with.

My father was a farmer, we were very poor, but good thing was I didnt know that. We always had food to eat (even tho at times it was only macaroni and cheese)..there were families even worse off, so I guess thats why I didnt feel the need to feel sorry for us..LOL

Getting back to the school, I didnt even know what homework was until I went into high school. Our days were split up into 15 minute classes for each subject, each grade..i.e. 1st grade reading, 15 minutes, etc...2nd grade reading, 15 minutes ...(course if there were no students in a particular class, it was just skipped)...then the math and so on....so we had a lot of time to do whatever work that was assigned to us. Our day started at 9am, 15 minute recess at 10:30, 1 hour lunch at noon, back at 1pm, 15 minute recess at 2:30 and out at 4pm. I really do believe we learned a lot more than the kids do now since we were taught the basics and didnt have all the extra things to fill up time slots but useless (IMHO) as far as an education was concerned. (sorry..off my soap box)

I apologize for getting so off track here..

Kris

I think you're right, Kris. I really became disgusted with our education system in high school, once I saw that what they insisted be a well-rounded education was hurting all of those who would not have a chance to go to college. There should be a lot more emphasis on vocational training. They should also be taught to grow their own food. And, yes, being poor isn't as bad when everyone else around you is also. My Dad came from a family of 13 children in Stone County, Missouri, they farmed also and his father died at 45 years, so it was my grandmother and all the kids...my Dad still says it was the happiest days of his life (of course, he was 13, most of the awful stuff comes after that!). They were never hungry, they grew everything, traded, etc...Being poor then was not what it is now, being poor now seems to leave one much poorer in spirit also. What a shame for small towns to just disappear.
Sherry

When I started grade school we had 8 grades in one room, one teacher. We sat in small circles by grade level. When I was in third grade I had a crush on a girl in the fourth grade (oh she made up the entire fourth grade class)

Bensen, I went through grade school, from the first grade to the eighth, in a small one-roomed school( in Idaho). My brother never had a class mate. I was alone in my grade until the 8th grade,when I was joined by 2 other girls. There were only 17 or 18 students each year. We always had a female teacher. She taught all 8 grades.
When I was 13, we moved to a larger community right after I graduated from 8th grade. That fall my brother entered a much larger school for his 8th grade. I started high school where there were over 1,000 students. What a culture shock!
I was the brunt of many student's rudeness, and dropped out before the school year was over. The next year I had decided I could be just as mean as my tormenters. I stood up for myself, and gained the respect of all of them.

I do remember one very sad, pitiful girl , in high school, who spent her study periods in the study hall weeping! Nobody befriended her. I wish I had. :-(

Marian

Marian, I was small for my age so was an easy target. Many a day during recess one of the older boys would hang me feet first from a pine tree then go back to class. Good thing the teacher would notice me missing. (I could hear her yell "Doug, go get Charlie out of that tree" (Pretty funny now)

Being a farm boy I filled out and finally could hold my own (I never did pick a fight) Although I was never mean to anyone I now wish I had stood up for some that were picked on.

Hmmm, I read every post hoping someone would be apologizing for throwing baby powder in my face in the locker room after PE. LOLOL I am almost 46 years old (we have the same Bday Wuvie, so Happy Birthday on Wednesday! :~) and still cannot let that go. LOL Probably because it was so unwarranted. I did not pick on people, I was too tender-hearted, and aside from the powder, was never really picked on. I was a little on the dreamy side, not dreamy looking, HARHAR, dreamy as in DAYDREAMY. LOLOL Mind always racing a mile a minute, wanting to get home to my critters on the farm, never really paying attention to the present. So, wherever you may be Jean, I forgive you, but I have not forgotten. I sure hope you have gotten nicer as you got older. :~)

We had a boy in our class who called himself "Baby Sally" and who would "powder" his own face w/ the blackboard erasers that were full of chalk dust. We didn't have to pick on him - he did a good enough job of that. Yeah - I remember thinking he was a bit strange, but I don't think anyone ever made bad remarks or moves in his direction. We also had another student - a female - who would eat the ladybugs when they emerged en masse in the spring from the hidden places in the old wood school bldg. She said they tasted like peanut butter. She would scoop up a handful and stuff them in her mouth. Then there was the boy w/ the glass eye - who would take it out for you if you paid him a nickle (that was in high school-------the other stories are elementary (grades 4-6) school). Just a little snippet of rural life back in the good old days.

Hey everyone!

Well, I don't know whether to feel better or worse to know I wasn't alone in being picked on. I'm glad others know how I feel, but I wish none of us felt this way. And, while I was picked on a lot, I did pick on other kids, a couple of times. Nothing really bad, I don't think, but I went along with the crowd -- when I should've stood up for them, instead. And that does make me feel bad. I'm glad I'm not weird for still having feelings about some things, 20 years later.

I just wonder though... where's the line between "normal bullying" and abuse? I've heard some bad things in this thread, but the kids I went to school with sent me (and others) to the hospital several times over the years. I had 2 of my bones broken and had to have surgery for things the kids did to me. But, the other kids, the teachers, the principals, and even parents acted as though that was normal. It's not, though, is it?

But, you know, the physical abuse/bullying didn't bother me as much as the verbal or mental abuse. The sick mind games kids play on each other is terrible. My body has healed, but it seems words and cruel actions stick around much longer. Sometimes there are things people have said to you that will continue to hurt you for decades. That's why I'm so glad they have bullying laws now. I still think they need to do more, but it's a start.

Let's see, the worst things my classmates did to me. Well, in 2nd grade a bunch of boys broke my collar bone in gym class, because I refused to let go of the wiffle ball. If they would've just told me which base to throw it to, things would have been fine. Instead they tried to take it from me and I wouldn't let them. So a bunch of boys jumped on me and broke my collar bone. And the young gym teacher wouldn't even let me go to the nurse's office, even though it was right across the hall. He told me to quit crying and being a baby. I was 7 years old! Went in the other teacher's office and saw him doing shots of whiskey. I knew this was wrong (but not why), got embarassed, and ran to the nurse's office. Then my mom came and took me to the hospital. Had a back brace and a sling (couldn't move my right arm) for weeks. The kid assigned to write for me wrote the wrong answers down on purpose. The other kids pulled the straps on my back brace and sling, to make my arm/shoulder hurt more. And I got in trouble for talking when I'd tell them to quit it. Oh yeah, and the principal told me, "I don't know what you did, but I'm sure you deserved it."

I won't go into what happened in 4th grade. Bad beating during recess requiring 2 surgeries to try and fix the damage. No one ever got in trouble for that, either.

In middle school, a friend of a friend (who hated me), caused me to break my wrist. We were riding bikes in a big group. I was last and the guy, Ed, was in front of me. We were going really fast and turning down a street. I told him, "Whatever you do, don't stop!" He had side mirrors on his handle bars. I saw him in the mirror, smile mischeivously, and say, "What did you say, 'stop'?" So he stopped. My front tire hit his back tire and I flipped off the bike. Broke my wrist and had really, really deep scrapes on my elbows, hands, and face. My handle bars were bent. My clothes were ripped to shreds. And he just stood there laughing with his brother. While my actual friends went for help, I ripped the side mirror of his bike... then it was my turn to laugh, lol. Had a cast up to my shoulder (for a broken wrist!) for weeks.

I didn't always just take it. I fought back, too. Like in elementary school. This girl, Deanna, was the leader of the popular girls. She wore make-up (lipstick, blush, eyeshadow,mascara) and had a perm -- in elementary school. And she had designer clothes. She (like many of my classmates) thought money was everything. So, after years of her saying things like she was God because her family had money, I couldn't take it anymore. She asked me how much $ my dad made. I didn't know and I didn't care. So I said $100 a day or something. And she laughs and said something like, "Well, my father could buy and sell your whole family, but he wouldn't want damaged goods." Something to that effect, in little kid vocabulary. That did it. I marched around that lunch room table (which we weren't even allowed to get up from to throw garbage away) and right up to her. I grabbed her curly hair and yanked her off the bench by it, LOL! Then I slammed her head into the bench over and over again, until people stopped me, lol. When I got back from the principal, gym was just letting out. She came up to me, yelling, and I just said, "Haven't had enough, huh?" Then I grabbed her head and bashed it into the bleachers over and over again, until she got a bloody nose. After all these years, I am so glad I did that. Don't think I'm evil, because she SO deserved it. I didn't find out until years later that my dad made more than average. Not as much as her dad, but we weren't poor, by any means. I just hated it that all the rich kids thought they were SO much better than everyone else, just because their family had money. The concept that morals determine the worth of a person was completely foreign to them.

Oh yeah, one other time and I'll be done venting. In 7th or 8th grade, this girl I went to school with got hurt really bad. She wasn't in school and all her friends were trying to find out about her. I knew the girl and thought she was nice, so I felt bad for her. But her friends were the popular, mean kids. So, in study hall, one girl rifles through the teacher's desk, trying to find out something about her friend. The teachers couldn't talk about it, obviously. So, the teacher came in and caught Kelly. Then she made me take her to the principal's office. I didn't want to, but I didn't object. Soon as we're out the door, BAM, Kelly slams my head into a locker and I almost passed out. Then, she tripped me going down the stairs, and I fell all the way down. And the science teacher came out and yelled at me for being loud. I got her to the office, went back to study, and tried to sleep. The teacher left the room again. Then this guy, Pete, the 2nd worst guy of the group, kept bothering me. I ignored him. Then he grabbed my bangs and ripped them all out. I thought for sure my scalp was bleeding. It wasn't, but the hair never grew back. And it's 14 years later. I have to fix my hair to hide the hole.

But, Pete got his and I got to see it. I went to the "bad" (tough) high school. Pete didn't, but he got kicked out of his for selling drugs and had to come to mine. He followed me out of lunch one day, calling me names. I ignored him. Then these 2 guys, that I didn't know, asked me if he was bothering me. I said yeah and they said they'd take care of it. They grabbed Pete, went behind some bushes, and beat him up, LOL! I just left, hearing the sounds of him getting beaten, lol. So, some people do pay for their evil deeds. I know a few people I went to school with that are in jail now. That poor girl that was hurt that day went to jail for murder! She was caught cause she was on America's Most Wanted... and the scary thing is... she was one of the NICE ones!

So... I really want to know, cause I think about it. That's worse than just "normal" bullying, right?

~Kristy (SO glad to have graduated 2 colleges and be out of school forever now!)



This message was edited Mar 12, 2007 1:12 PM

Oh yeah, forgot to add the bad things I did. I called one girl crazy, cause she chased her brother with a pair of scissors and I asked another boy to do the "MC Hammer dance," so we could laugh at him. I do feel bad for those things. But, I don't think they were terrible.

~Kristy