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.
Good for you, Impy!
I had a similar situation, also in 5th grade; I beat the sh*t outta the little bastard - used his head for a speed bag.
You gotta what you gotta do.