“...Put the bully and victim in a room ALONE and they find common ground...”
haha! I hear you... but my experience, growing up in North Philly, was not to find common ground, but to find a chunk of wood and then beat the living bat snot out of the bully.
THEN you’d be friends... out of respect for the fact that yeah, you MIGHT be bigger, but I’m a sneaky little bastid who wait for you to pass by on the way home, and WILL jump out of the bushes and crack the living hell outta ya with a stickball bat.. hahah!
Although, yes, your method would probably work too!
:^)
Once when I was in maybe 5th grade (seems like forever ago and I’m only 30) this kid was bothering me every day
I don’t remember exactly what I did but I got my point across in front of the entire class that I:
A)Would stand up for myself
B)Was possibly not entirely sane
I don’t remember him bothering me after that. ;)
School=Prison rules
My father recently told me a story about how he was a little s*itstarter. He told me how he eyeballed a gym teacher who liked little boys (all the kids would talk about him but do nothing) leading some kid into a secluded area and he confronted the bastard and got him to back off.