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Post by Mister Buch on Sept 6, 2012 17:18:26 GMT 1
A new thread to maybe put something a touch more positive on here!
And because I just saw this video and thought it was wonderful.
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Post by Clint Johnston on Sept 6, 2012 21:45:27 GMT 1
I am so glad I never attended public high school.
I'm glad she's better-ish.
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Post by jklinders on Sept 6, 2012 22:01:11 GMT 1
Boys tend to get physical bullying. girls are arguably worse with the emotional and social abuse. Boys get into a fight, blow off steam and usually forget about it almost immediately. Teenage girls have this habit of torturing their victims for years. They are far more clever about it too.
I'm not saying there are not boys who don't have it bad. I got a young cousin who had to switch schools to avoid a persistent assaulter. It just seems that the type of crap girls go through in the school system flies deeper under the radar.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Sept 6, 2012 23:17:12 GMT 1
Oh, she's so adorable... I hate that she suffered so much, I just want to hug her until she stops crying...
Also, what Linders said is so very true... I went through a similar thing in high school, I was called ugly, stupid, all sorts of things. The emotional abuse got to the point where my parents took me out of the school I was in and put me into a Catholic Private School (grades 7 - 12 were Girls Only) and the schoolyard politics there were so much better; I had friends, I gained a little self-esteem, and things were good - until that year was over and due to circumstances beyond my control I ended up back in the same public school I'd escaped from the previous year - only now the emotional abuse was worse - the people who hated me now had a new agenda - to make me leave again, or as one girl put it "Or even better, maybe she'll off herself and no one will ever have to look at her ugly face again". Yeah. I hated high school and it wasn't until I started hanging out with Linders that I started gaining enough self-esteem to keep myself from feeling near-suicidal.
Like the girl in this video, I am still broken, and probably always will be, but I am steadily getting better and every day is a new day. Hooray for Optimism! ;D
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Sept 7, 2012 0:54:26 GMT 1
Sorry for the double post, but... something really really heart-warming here:
[url=http://gma.yahoo.com/illinois-boy-wins-1-000-donates-money-neighbor-193745824--abc-news-wellness.html ]An 8-year-old boy who has a heart of gold and then some...[/url]
Seriously, the world needs more people like this amazing little boy... his parents must just be so very proud.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Sept 8, 2012 12:12:23 GMT 1
Funny story on my end...me and this guy in highschool did fight...and after that fight became good friends. -shurg-
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Sept 8, 2012 21:13:29 GMT 1
Funny story on my end...me and this guy in highschool did fight...and after that fight became good friends. -shurg- That's pretty common among guys, espcially if it was a break-even fight. I think it's something to do with mutual respect for one another's abilities and it goes from there.
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Post by Cali on Sept 9, 2012 1:56:08 GMT 1
High school didn't hold back the caltrops for mua either. Funny enough, the things said about the drastic margin of bullying tactics between the two sexes, were effectively subverted in my years of school.
The lack of physical abuse could have had to do with the sole fact I was a big tall motherfucker. To my disatvantage, I had long, five to six inch hair, and coke bottle glasses (which have been psychologically proven to be instictively taken as a sign of weakness or social displacement by something like 76.2 percent of the pop when they see a person wearing them). The flashpoint was them recognizing me as shy, quiet (I was nearly silent the entire time I was in school unless spoken to), studious, and unwilling to start confrontations.
Naturally, the resulting actions from the jackals of the ruling Anglo Saxon peckerwood Protestant population were less than negotiable. They were still too afraid to start an actual fight with me (really, being tall adds a lot more to your street cred than you'd think), but they tormented and harassed me to no end, informing my friends of things I said that they intentionally took out of context. The emotional bullying got so bad, I skipped that class regularly (and the teacher for the class actually let me know later that she'd falsify the attendence ledger and mark me as present, because she knew I was taking it in the face from those cunts. By my senior year, the faculty apparently liked me so much that they were willing to cut a few corners within reason).
So yeah, I didn't always get away from the loathesome punks, but I occasionally assisted the aid of a circle of black students (who at least in my high school, all respected white dorks far more than the athletic or preppy Caucasians) and that held a 100% success rate in the "deterring white oakie retards" department. Afterwards, a few little birds told me that people were mumbling about such gems as "James has the gay equivalent of jungle fever", "becoming the jigaboo queen", or that I was trying to get AIDS or some vile shit. It was up to this point where I thought BG High was doing a good job repressing racism.
Eventually I graduated and was left utterly paranoid and borderline schizoid up till my sophomore year of college, which I eventually dropped out of due to academic underperformance and my lack of enjoyment for the experience.
The saga in high school is but a smudge of the amount of similar experiences in my life. Post traumatic stress accompanied with clinical depression are something I am doomed to face for a long time. Each unpleasant experience I experience nowadays, no matter how slight or negligent, always hits the same nerve and I relive all those experiences over once again. But if there was anything I hated most it's the fact that I never fought back or retaliated, even if just a little. Because of the experiences I keep my hair short, wear contacts mostly rather than glasses, and try to stay fit. I never talk about Internet, video games or much of anything nerdy, even when provoked (I just feign ignorance).
But yeah, high school is nothing more than a jungle gym built entirely out of academic red tape. The children there are savages who want to act like 22 year olds having the dellusion that they're Patrick Swayze or Olivia Newton John, though still in stalwart denial that actual adulthood was around the corner. Those of us who at least got glimpses of the writing on the wall, unfortunately got the social shaft. Big surprise.
Nothing we can do about it now. We're free and we're likely to never see or deal with those who wronged us in the public school system ever again. Workplace bullying, unfortunately is a creeping reality, but everybodys gotta stay strong.
Stay strong. Don't take anyone's shit. I've had enough of it.
EDIT: Alright, that was too long. Here's some heartwarming non sequester youtube videos for you all:
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Post by Clint Johnston on Sept 10, 2012 8:24:21 GMT 1
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Post by Clint Johnston on Sept 22, 2012 15:46:40 GMT 1
I don't get sports, but this tugged at my heartstrings.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Sept 22, 2012 19:40:43 GMT 1
That is awesome... glad to hear he's being treated so well!
It made me cry to read his quote though... about why it would be so special... I really hope he has fun...
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Sept 22, 2012 23:15:35 GMT 1
Not as good as the previous posts, but I just got back from going fishing. Didn't catch anything myself, but I watched a 10 year old boy catch one hell of a largemouth bass. Kid was acting like he won the superbowl which just smashed through my usual cynical exterior.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Sept 22, 2012 23:45:26 GMT 1
Aw, that's cute...
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Post by Clint Johnston on Sept 23, 2012 7:07:25 GMT 1
Boy, I feel like I'm spamming this thread, but y'all bunch of nerds have to see this.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Sept 23, 2012 9:38:23 GMT 1
I want that child when i have my own kids.
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