Posted on 12/07/2019 4:25:13 PM PST by NohSpinZone
It’s the only way to get rid of a bully.
No one can do that for you. It’s part of growing up.
Have your attorney threaten suit against the school for an unsafe environment and not protecting from bullying.
Way to grow, Drew! You the man!
The school is run by a bunch of feckless ninnies then.
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I think nowadays they have to have PhD’s, though.
They are feckless phud ninnies.
“Have your attorney threaten suit against the school for an unsafe environment and not protecting from bullying.”
Absolutely! The school needs to learn, too.
Did she clock the guy?
We had an elderly neighbor who would let us ride her horse. One day in the 7th grade, when it was my turn to ride, “Mr. Privilege” the Banker’s son, came and took the reins from me, telling me that he was going to ride the horse now. He was a head taller than me, “important” and I was just a runt who lived with my grandmother.
I’m not sure what possessed me, but I hauled off and punched him in the face. He handed the reins back and walked off. The next day while I was getting a haircut, the barber said, “I hear you punched Bob R****”.
“Yes, Sir.” I sheepishly replied, knowing that I was in deep trouble for hitting the banker’s son.
“Good! That kid’s been needing it for a long time!”
Fast-forward 30 years. I ran into a girl who had been in that 7th grade class with us. “Did you hear about Bob R? After college, he took over the bank from his dad and is now in federal prison for embezzlement!”
(Maybe I should have hit him harder?)
Oddly enough after my chat with the front office the problem stopped. Which I sort of regretted cause I was looking forward to that ice cream with my daughter.
It was a different world in 1957.
Aren’t those pictures of the victim? We don’t know what the bully looks like.
When I was in 5th grade there was an older bully that would not allow me in the bus shelter. I had to walk about a mile to the shelter, down our farm lane, and at 6:15 in the dark winter mornings, I was freezing cold.
That weekend I took revenge. Killed a skunk and put it in a garbage bag. I carried it to the bus shelter and drove several 20 penny spikes through the dead skunk, the garbage bag, and the 2x12 plank seat across the rear of the shelter.
I bent the nails over so they held real good. Then proceeded to beat the skunk in the bag with the hammer until the scent glands broke.
With a long rope that was tied to the garbage bag (I carried it there tied to the end of a long stick), I ripped the garbage bag off revealing the smelly skunk.
On Monday morning the principal called me into his office and asked me “Did you nail the skunk to the bus shelter seat?” I said yes, and told him about the older kid not letting me in the shelter.
He was laughing out loud at my story, never criticized me, and nothing further happened. Yes, I was a young farm kid troublemaker!
Did Vinny bother you after that?
I am now 70 but I love to say this: My brother was four years older than me with a big mouth. He was beat up daily by the basketball team and smacked around twice a day on the bus. I admit I had fantasies of sniping some of those aholes, but I didn’t. One morning the bunch turned on my brother and I got so pissed off I flew off the top step of the bus and bit the ear off one kid, smacked the other in the mouth(made him get stitches in his tongue) and kicked another in the balls so hard he rode along to the hospital. My stupid brother made me the MAN I am today. BTW, the one I kicked in the balls is married to my niece and they don’t have kids.
Our son was bullied in middle school by a kid twice his size. After a full day of putting up with non stop trash talk and shoe kicking, Charle, a brown belt in tae quon do, hauled off and decked him. This was 25 years ago. Now he’d probably be in jail.
No, never threaten. Never warn. Show initiative and use the force necessary to resolve the issue.
It’s like the Roman Coliseum, social media :)
When the school principal refuses to act other measures must be taken.
You’re a sick #### :)
If you knew me you’d know that’s a compliment :)
As for me, I kept getting beat up by my own kind (Italians) and finally had to take boxing lessons and then fight one of the notorious tough guys to a draw.
Things were good after that
Took a lot of beating on the way to that point though :(
But you’re a SICK #### :) Can’t imagine doing something like that in a Billion years and you’re the kind of person gangsters avoid because you’re too insane and unpredictable to be worth taking on.
Ciao!
LOL.... I ran a trap line from 10 yrs old and always had lots of dead carcasses to dispose of. Skunks were not worth skinning.
We were very poor and I learned how to survive.
Wow.
It’s AMAZING how different some ways of living are from others in the US.
It adds flavor :)
But I’ve known a number of gangsters and if you told them that story they would either not bother you or ask you to work for them.
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