I finally snapped, about time too

POSTED BY: TheReaver
UPDATED: Friday, March 17, 2006 04:41
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FREMDFIRMA

Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:08 PM

Score one for your dad, responsible parenting is always a plus.

That bein said, don't expect much, public schools are possibly the most toxic enviroment on earth outside of a warzone.

Chris had a good point too, but lemme add this.
As long as you keep takin it, they'll keep doin it.

Teaching folk to accept abuse is the primary cause OF abuse, simple as that, so you've little choice but to hand out a frosty can of whupass once in a while as needed, just to be left the hell alone, it's ugly, but it's true.

It'd help to get your phys-ed/athletics teacher/coach to set you up some "quality time" with a heavy bag too, get it out of your system and get some good exercise too.

-Frem

ISAACSHEPHERD

Thursday, March 16, 2006 4:15 PM

I'm sorry to hear about all that has been going on in your life. As for the rage part I can relate a bit. I'm usually a very laid back and quiet person, but every time I get mad I usually bottle it up (or at least I did). Anyways, at one point in my life I was under more stress than usual and relationship problems. I was at the brink of my anger when one of my friends said something along the lines of what that kid said to you (obviously not that severe, but it was enough for me to blow my top). I ended up picking him up and throwing him head first into a wall giving him a concussion.

It was wrong of him to say what he said, and for me to do that. It just came out as instict at the time. Luckily the friend that I did this to did not remember even what happened. I apologized to him anyways and I told him exactly what happened when he felt better.

As of now I channel my anger somewhere else. Expelling it through something violent (such as boxing or karate) may not be the best idea. I've taken several classes about psychology and that may actually make the anger worse. When I get mad I play DDR then exaust myself. After that I write. I'm an english major so I love it anyways, but writing about the sitation, or putting whoever made you mad in a cartoon violent situation may make you laugh about it and move on. Then when you are ready to let it all go hit the delete key. That's how I do it anyways. Hope my suggestions help if you apply them. Good luck in the future.
IS

The Bible's a bit fuzzy on the subject of kneecaps.

BLACKOUTNIGHTS

Thursday, March 16, 2006 5:21 PM

I've got the solution to your problem.

Lots of bourbon on the rocks.

Bt don't listen to me.

"You're either in or you're out, and I'm playing to the in."—Greg Dulli

DC4BS

Friday, March 17, 2006 4:41 AM

Hi THEREAVER,

I can somewhat relate to what you are going through. I was not dealing with a death of a loved one (although there were some prety heavy issues going on at home with a stepmother), but I did try to kill a bully at school once.

This was this kid who was big for their age aside from having been left back several times and I was always one of the smallest guys at mey school. I didn't really grow untill after graduation when I grew about 5-6 inches and gained 40 pounds in about 6-7 months... I was a very late bloomer.

This kid bullied me from the 4th grade (when I moved into that town) all the way through 9th.

One day before school, I was playing with a set of "Kerbangers" my sister had given to me. (They are like 2 pool table balls on a string attached to a stick in the middle of the string that you flip up and down to make noise banging the balls together - What WERE they thinking to market THAT back in the 80s? Enough broken fingers and they took it off the market...)

Anyway, this bully came over and tried to take it away from me.

Something in me snapped. After all the years of abuse, I just wouldn't take it any more. I went absolutely berserk. I took the kerbangers, held one ball and whipped the other one around as a weapon and tried to kill the bully with it.

The bully ran away and several friends tackled me to the ground. I got away from them twice and kept going after the bully. Finaly, a big enough gang of kids piled on me and held me down untill the adrenalyn came back down and I became a human being again.

In my case, there were no adults that were ever aware of the incident that I know of. I brushed as much of the dirt as I could off and went to class when the bell rang.

The upside was that noone ever messed with me in any way at that school ever again with the one exception of a guy who transfered in during 11th grade. Senior year, that guy was suspended and never allowed to return to the school for his unprovoked attack (with plenty of witnesses) that left me with a cracked rib simply because he didn't like that a 'little computer geek' was taking shop classes and doing WAY better than him at it. He had a history of fighting and bullying other kids before that. the attack on me was just the last straw for the school.

Life goes on. To a certain extent, I agree with the sentiment above that it is occationaly necessary to stand up for yourself.

School officials are notoriosly dense. I did poorly in English. I got strraight A's on the tests but I only did enough homework to get a c-.

I was reading, on average, more than 1 full book every day (read 3 once on a Sunday) mostly as an escape from the bullying and issies at home mentioned above (thus no time to DO homework...). So what was the schools solution to the problem of low grades in english class?

Absolutely NO intrest in looking at ALL the grades or bothering to ask any of my actual teachers for their opinion. Just looked at the everage grade on the report card at the end of the year...

They put me in REMEDIAL READING class!!! "No, please don't throw me in that briar patch!"

Lessons learned: When you need help and ask for help and noone seems to listen, keep asking more people louder and louder untill someone does.

Bottling up emotions inside is never a good idea. They WILL come out eventualy and it can be very unpleasent when it happens.

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dc4bs

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