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Hi, my name’s Tim.
This is my story about school bullying. Here, you will see the two sides of the coin. I’m not a philosopher or psychologist – this story is based on my life experience.
I happened to be the leader of the team among my peers. This became clear already since I went to the kindergarten.
I could persuade the whole group to refuse from going for a walk or to make riots during the sleep hours. And they would listen to me. Every kid followed me.
When I got a little older, already at school, I learned to use my talent to achieve my personal goals. For example, in grade 3, I made our physical education teacher quit school. Don’t ask how…
I started to make my classmates skip classes, go on strikes and bully someone… Bully those whom I didn’t like. Why? Just for fun, because I wanted it.
But because of the age, me and my classmates just didn’t have a stop button. So, if we started bullying, it got serious and lasted long.
We felt very excited. We felt adrenaline and euphoria when we were bullying other guys. I wanted to do it even more when the victim started crying and begged for mercy.
I remember a girl called Jane who studied in our class. There was nothing we could bully her for. Except a school pencil-box with a dancing pig on it.
Seemed like… So what? A cute cartoon character. But I quickly came up with a joke that this pig was Jane. No, they had absolutely nothing in common, and I didn’t try to get even with her.
The whole class quickly picked it up, and everyone started to call Jane “piggie”. They also asked her to oink or said something like “our piggie classmate left that garbage mountain”.
Of course, she cried and asked to stop bullying. She even got rid of that ill-fated pencil-box. But the ship had already sailed.
Once, Jane came up to me and asked me to put myself in her shoes. But I just laughed. She said that, sooner or later, I would meet bullying in my life. This is the law of boomerang.
After a month and a half, Jane was transferred to another school. And I didn’t even feel guilty or ashamed. Though it was me that became the initiator of the bullying.
I remember my ex-classmate Christian. He was the next victim of bullying only because he had a large birthmark on his forehead.
But I didn’t know that Christian was a master in hand-to-hand combat. So, he would put you on one hand, and beat with the other.
He looked at my bullying for a couple of days. And then, he decided to talk to me face-to-face after school… Anyway, it hurt a lot…
But one “talk” was enough for me to understand – Christian would no longer be an object for bullying.
I tell you a secret. As a rule, the initiators like me are real cowards themselves or whimps.
Once, I came home and saw my little brother lying on his bed, his face buried in a pillow. He was sobbing. I was very scared, because usually, he was positive and always smiling. Such a behavior wasn’t typical of him at all.
After some time, I found out the cause of his tears. It turned out that a new guy came to his class. And he decided to make a scapegoat out of my brother! So, he would scoff at him!
He came up with insulting names for him, spoilt his personal things, and even kicked his ass during breaks.
Then, I understood the pain of all my ex- and current victims. I realized how they felt when I mocked them to amuse my vanity and prove myself I’m stronger than them.
Here he was, my brother, my little brother, who was only 8. And he already had to face this horror. And the worst thing was that I didn’t know how to help him.
I looked at him, recalling everyone whom I had caused so much pain. Maybe, they also came home and sobbed into the pillow. And no one could help them.
You know, this day was a turning point and one of the most terrible days in my life. I felt like a monster. I didn’t understand how it was possible to make fun of people who were also someone’s kids, brothers and sisters. I felt disgusted by myself.
For all night long, I was thinking about this. I remembered everyone. And I wanted to apologise.
Our parents were just in another city with relatives. So, I had to deal with my brother’s problem by myself.
The next day, I decided to go to school with him to talk to the bully and the teacher.
I was ready to talk about school bullying, conscience and that at school, kids copy their parents at home. (Of course, here I was lying. From my own experience, I can say that parents and behavior are rarely connected).
When my brother and me went into the classroom, and he showed me the bully and his mum, guess whom I saw there?
And I saw Jane’s mum there. The bully turned out to be her brother. Here’s the boomerang law that she told me about. I hurt her, and her brother was hurting mine.