Being singled out…
Their bad experiences, of getting picked on by their, classmates, children can, be really cruel to one another! Translated…
Back when I was school, the term, “bullying” wasn’t coined yet, normally, we’d said, “someone had, picked on me”. And those who were picked on were normally, smaller or weaker, or are an “eyesore” to others. The good students, or those who looked pretty, wouldn’t know how it’d, felt, to be, bullied.
Reading the famous Japanese editor’s book “The Wasteland of Studying”, I’d learned that he too, was a victim of bully growing up, reason being he felt he was, the ugliest person in the world, and he’s not really tall, in the end, he’d not done well in school. Thinking on it, this was, ALL the characters of the victims of bullies.
He told of how he was nicknamed “octopus” in middle school, the nickname hurt him, and so, he’d, started, acting like an octopus. That way, it would make people believe, that “that guy loved portraying the octopus, which is probably why he was, nicknamed such”. It’s, so awful, he said, that he’d, gotten called out by a huge group of guys, and beaten up by them, and, if he’d not fought back he would’ve gotten picked on repeatedly. In the very end, he’d, picked up a steel rod lying on the side of the road, and clenched it tight, said to the group of guys who were, bullying him, “I’m serious, I don’t mind getting killed, so, bring it on!”, then he’d, taken the steel rod, and, started, hitting back. In the end, the group that bullied him were shocked, and left him alone since, and since then, nobody’d, picked on him again. So he’d, gained an understanding, “if you want to change something, you must, carry the mindset of ‘succeed or die’!”
Later he’d gone onto high school, at a place where the majority of the students aren’t as good academically as he was. Because he is articulate, and done well in school, plus he was, sort of a rebel, suddenly, he’d, become, the big man on campus, and shaken loose his past of being picked on and being bullied.
I’m not as tough as he is, but, I agreed, that in order to bring about change, you must, act on it. As I read up on what had happened to him, it’d, made me recalled how my eldest daughter when she was in middle school, a fellow classmate was, bullied. Back then, my daughter said in a very mature manner, “the first bully is with a bad character, and not well-behaved, while the rest, they’d, not used their BRAINS, or worried they will be, singled out, and started going along”, I’d heard, that she was the only one in her class who’d not, bullied the student who got picked on by the rest. As I’d heard my first-year middle school daughter told me this, I couldn’t help, but feel proud of her. What I’d not considered, was that this stemmed out of how she was, bullied back in the elementary years. I don’t know the details of that, but she was, singled out for no reasons. Probably because of how chubby she’d looked when she was, younger, and had, often daydreamed. But she’d not told me this when it’d happened to her, it’s just, that for a long time, she’d, seemed, unhappy, and came home on her own without the company of her classmates.
or being bullied, physically…
Suddenly, my pride toward my daughter’s choosing NOT to bully her fellow classmate turned into heartache for her. Turned out, her being mature was in exchange with her own bad experiences. And, because of how she’d, stood up against the bullies who’d, picked on the classmate, her homeroom teacher found out about the bullying, and my eldest was the only kind person to that victim of bully, she’d started being called, “Lady Justice” since, and, her strong sense of justice, how she’d, looked out for all her friends, soon gained her the popularity, changed her status in class. My daughter had, used her sense of maturity, after thinking things through, and caused others to change around her.
Actually, I too, got picked on back in the elementary years, but, not because of my looks, or my grades, instead, it was, because of my father’s role of the disciplinary official in school, and every time as he’d, told the kids off, I became, the scapegoat. The other kids would pick up the small rocks, and threw them at me, it hurt, bad. But my father told me, “they just, wanted to, make you angry, and if you get angered, then, you’d, fallen into, their traps.” Comparing to the other teachers’ children who’d “gone home and told their parents”, I was, really, mistreated. I’d, not thrown caution to the wind, readied myself, for a duel of life or death, but thankfully, as I started in middle school, all of these nonsense for bullying had, stopped.
And so, there, are many reasons why someone can get picked on in school, because the rest of everybody else doesn’t like you, and there’s, no why about it, because of how you may be, related to someone high up in the offices at school, that might also, be a reason why the classmates can, pick on you, it didn’t matter, there will always be bullies, and, you can’t control anybody else’s behaviors, you can, only make sure that you do NOT allow their actions, to define you into, who you are as a human being, then, you’d, won!