I was bullied in Junior High. Teachers and parents thought of it in much nicer terms. They called it teasing, or picked on… Parents and teachers thought it was “nice” as well. “Oh, he just likes you.”
Um. No. he doesn’t.
One such Bully tormented me relentlessly. He sat behind me in eighth grade. I shall refer to him as Roberval. Obviously, not his real name. If his name was Roberval, I would have been safe from being tormented and he would have gotten it.
He taunted me mercilessly. I routinely found tacks on my chair. Oh, Roberval and his pranks.
Another kid in my class, Socrates, flunked school. A lot. He celebrated his 16th birthday while the rest of us celebrated our thirteenth birthdays.
When we watched a video, Socrates couldn’t see, because I blocked his view. I sat in the first seat on the third row. He sat in the fourth row, final seat. Socrates always asked me to put my head down. I obliged. After a particularly long video, I finally sat up. To give my back a break, I didn’t move for a while. Finally, I tried to sit forward and couldn’t. My teacher noticed and came to assist. She found a giant blob of gum stuck to the back of my vest. My teacher rightfully pulled out a referral slip to send to the principal’s office.
The class went ballistic. Some boys argued that Roberval didn’t put the gum on my chair. Maybe, I put the gum on my chair to get Roberval in trouble. Why don’t we have an election?
Thirty-one students. The vote: Fifteen said Roberval did it. Fifteen said I did it. One said Socrates did it.
The teacher excused me to the nurse’s office. That day, I wore my favorite outfit. A blue long-sleeved shirt with a gray vest. This picture is all I have left of the outfit. (By the way, I’m not mad, I think my mom caught me off guard.)
I tried without success to remove the gum. The nurse let me stay there for the rest of the afternoon. I needed to unwind. Elections are painful.
Stay tuned until tomorrow, when I explain how I taught Roberval a lesson.