Originally Posted by
AmeliaG
From the time I was in first grade through third, there was one particular girl who picked on me relentlessly.
As I recall, my initial infraction was explaining while we were playing that her that her doll was not actually technically her baby and alive. My main offense, though, was that I never fought back, so picking on me was entertaining for her. She did it so blatantly that multiple teachers saw her and admonished her, but she never let up.
Then, one day, in third grade, after years of this, we were standing in line for some elementary school purpose. And this girl was standing on my feet and wouldn't get off. I didn't really tie my shoes at that age, so this was extra-distressing for me. I just asked her to please stop because she was hurting me. And this bully girl was laughing at me. She turned to her friends, still laughing, and pointed at me and said "I love when she gets mad; it is so funny."
So I punched her in the face as hard as my little arm could hit her.
This was before AIDS, so the blood on my hand didn't bother me at all.
The sweet old lady third grade teacher who took me in the hall told me I shouldn't have done it, but she didn't punish me, perhaps because she knew how long I suffered before I struck back. My parents are very nonviolent, but they didn't punish me either, definitely because they knew how long and badly I suffered before I struck back.
I attended the same school for another year and a half. And that bully never said or did the slightest unkind thing to me ever again.
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