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Jinn · 06-10-2009, 12:35 PM

In first grade, my schoolmates in Detroit didn't like the neighborhood I was from and so they ran up one time and hit the tetherball as hard as they could around the pole so it'd nail me in the head. After it did, and after I tried to run away, they chased after me and slammed me into the red-brick wall of the school. I think the kids went to the principal's office, but that was it..

In second grade, a bunch of kids didn't like that I had a crush on Kerry Winters, so they would chase me around the playground until they caught me, buried me in the gravel beneath the jungle gym (despite my struggle) and then took turns jumping from the bars down on top of me. On this occasion, a few were suspended.

In sixth grade, a bunch of cowboys from the neighborhood got on the school bus, and angered by my choice of seating (the back of the bus), seized the opportunity to beat the shit out of me and slam my head against the (luckily) plastic windows of the bus until it cracked. It was a HUGE oval crack like a baseball hitting a car windshield. The bus driver came back and asked what happened, and I told them that she'd turned sharply and I must've fallen backwards into the window.

In seventh grade, a bunch of kids on the schoolbus were playing with sharp rocks they'd found, and one reached around and sliced my arm with it. It left a very deep but thin cut along my arm, and I just held it shut until I got home. I hid it from my dad because I didn't want to get in trouble. I still have the scar on my forearm.

Again in seventh grade, some kid who lived in my neighborhood but didn't like me or my sister challenged me to fight after school in the parking lot. I avoided him the rest of the day and got on the schoolbus early. Everyone on the bus heard about it and called me a pussy, but I just sat there until the bus pulled away. After that day, everyone forgot about it entirely.

In ninth grade, I hit 6'5 and by tenth I was 6'6".. no one bullied me anymore, even as rail-thin as I was. High school was bliss in terms of physical intimidation. So yea, I guess I wish I had stories of how I just obliterated the guy who tried to start trouble with me, but that'd be rather unfair considering what ACTUALLY happened every time.

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Jinn Lover - Protector - Teacher Location: Seattle, WA	In first grade, my schoolmates in Detroit didn't like the neighborhood I was from and so they ran up one time and hit the tetherball as hard as they could around the pole so it'd nail me in the head. After it did, and after I tried to run away, they chased after me and slammed me into the red-brick wall of the school. I think the kids went to the principal's office, but that was it.. In second grade, a bunch of kids didn't like that I had a crush on Kerry Winters, so they would chase me around the playground until they caught me, buried me in the gravel beneath the jungle gym (despite my struggle) and then took turns jumping from the bars down on top of me. On this occasion, a few were suspended. In sixth grade, a bunch of cowboys from the neighborhood got on the school bus, and angered by my choice of seating (the back of the bus), seized the opportunity to beat the shit out of me and slam my head against the (luckily) plastic windows of the bus until it cracked. It was a HUGE oval crack like a baseball hitting a car windshield. The bus driver came back and asked what happened, and I told them that she'd turned sharply and I must've fallen backwards into the window. In seventh grade, a bunch of kids on the schoolbus were playing with sharp rocks they'd found, and one reached around and sliced my arm with it. It left a very deep but thin cut along my arm, and I just held it shut until I got home. I hid it from my dad because I didn't want to get in trouble. I still have the scar on my forearm. Again in seventh grade, some kid who lived in my neighborhood but didn't like me or my sister challenged me to fight after school in the parking lot. I avoided him the rest of the day and got on the schoolbus early. Everyone on the bus heard about it and called me a pussy, but I just sat there until the bus pulled away. After that day, everyone forgot about it entirely. In ninth grade, I hit 6'5 and by tenth I was 6'6".. no one bullied me anymore, even as rail-thin as I was. High school was bliss in terms of physical intimidation. So yea, I guess I wish I had stories of how I just obliterated the guy who tried to start trouble with me, but that'd be rather unfair considering what ACTUALLY happened every time. __________________ "I'm typing on a computer of science, which is being sent by science wires to a little science server where you can access it. I'm not typing on a computer of philosophy or religion or whatever other thing you think can be used to understand the universe because they're a poor substitute in the role of understanding the universe which exists independent from ourselves." - Willravel Last edited by Jinn; 06-10-2009 at 12:39 PM..