I was a victim to bullying in 2nd and 3rd grade. The guy was a 1½ heads taller than me, and a coward who always covered his ass from trouble, deceiving his bully friends. One day, I had about enough when he threw a handful of gravel in my eyes. I had enough and started hitting him with my fists and a quite heavy jacket. After we both went to the principals office, I was the one in trouble.
To be frank, that was when I went to an American school. And I'm utterly surprised at their despicable ways to handle the people better off than yourself (the bully had a quite rich family) in a nicer way. It's just because they got payed more for being corrupt.
When I moved to Sweden, my class had a whole range of dickheads. I complained to my maths teacher about one of those dickheads, and instead of dealing with him and talking to him, she said she'd just move me to another place. I called her out for it, saying "why should I need to be excluded and look like a teacher's pet, when all I ask is that you deal with HIM?!". This made her angry, and I got in trouble again. I think in this case, the teacher just couldn't be fucking bothered to do anything about the dude. From what I hear of him now, he goes to one of Stockholm's worst high schools now, and yet he still has problems with grades. Dipshit...
What's even sadder is that my grade school was made up of an abomination of an administration. They could and would punish you for the stupidest things like chewing gum during lunch, or going to the supermarket right next to the school to pick something up. Then, when it came to getting important shit like bullying done, they did fuck all.
In 5th grade, my mentor teacher tried to use the Swedish school system to force me to go to a psychologist. Mind you, this was (and still is) a teacher everyone hated. My mom, being a Human Resources personell herself (hint
sychology-based work for workplaces), sat down with the teacher, the psychologist and myself in a meeting my teacher arranged, and she made it noteworthy that I did not need any counseling or a psychologist, and implied strongly that the teacher was just dicking around. After her (failed) attempt, my mom went to speak to my principal. My principal said to me "Wow! You're the first person I hear saying something like this about that teacher!", and, being a spineless Swede, she did absolutely nothing. A few weeks later, my mother talks to the class parent about that teacher, and apparently the school parent had also talked to the principal after we did, and she got the exact same response. After the entire mess of a year called Grade 5, I found myself escaping from school (and life) remedially with videogames and eventually with guitar. Years after, I still hold a grudge towards her for her terrible ways, and her nickname is Numero Uno (The Number One Worst Teacher Ever).
Today? I've toughened up with my experiences. I'm still a weird kid, and I goof out a bit, doing a bit as I please, but I make sure to stay out of the fucking way when I know I could be threatened. Sure, there are idiots who have vivid explanations for their threats to me. But I know it's absolutely nothing to take seriously (Because we hardly ever disagree, anyways), especially after seeing the average Swede for over 7 years, and their futileness.
To the victims:
There's really no need to hide from others anymore just because it's become a reflex over time to do so. You don't need to effectively store yourself away from others. You need to let you be yourself, even if it costs everyone's attention.
And most importantly: Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end.
