Those damn kids! How can they be so cruel! What's wrong with them! What is the world coming to!!!!!!
And then a few moments later I got up from being curled up in a ball on the damp (but fresh) carpet and started to actually try and remember the times I was actually bullied.
I could only think of maybe, two, or five. If you divide that between 27 years.. well, I guess I was bullied, not bullyed.
I remembered this time in 3rd grade when this group of meanies - led by Roberto! (I actually remembered his name) would wait until snack, right outside the classroom door, and chase me! I don't remember why it started, or if it happened hundreds of times or just once. But I do remember telling the teacher and she said "You have to .. blah blah"
What? YOU aren't going to make th…