![]() At least it made me temporarily confident and satisfied.The satisfaction and confidence gained from bullying never last long. Despite the fact that I fully understood how much harm bullying would do to the victim, it actually made me feel really good about myself. ![]() Though overflooded by all kinds of compliments, I felt insecure. I definitely made several people's lives a living hell. I was pretty good with words so I'd lash out at whoever I disliked. I would make fun of the folks with bottom grades. I was accepted by a top university.But most of all, in high school I was sort of a bully. I participated in debate and delivered the graduation speech, and my stuttering problem wasn't obvious anymore. I was asked to give lectures to other high schoolers about how to study effectively. I was a relatively well-known person in my year. I appeared on the local newspaper once due to my academic achievements. By the time we both graduated from high school, I had turned my life around. So I silently lived with all the bullying and seldom fought back.When we both left elementary school, he told me he was pretty confident that I'd achieve nothing in my life.“I’ll eat my boots if you miraculously get into a decent middle school!”Fast forward six years. I was unattractive, unintelligent, a stutterer and a loser. He often said my mere existence made him feel like throwing up.While he was my major bully in 6th grade, I somehow thought I was indeed an inferior human being. He was fairly good-looking with an air of confidence.He made my life a living hell by hitting my head with his books multiple times a day, making threat at me while holding a needle, forcing me to lick his desk clean when I accidentally spilled my drink, ordering me to sneak out of school to buy snacks for him despite it was against school rules, stealing my stuff, tearing my test papers into pieces, etc. He was most teachers' favorite student since he was the top of our class. A lot of girls liked him despite he was rude to most of them. Neither of us ever mentioned elementary school bullying.Back in 6th grade I sat next to a very mean guy with top grades in class. ![]() ![]() We had a civil and pleasant conversation. Former bullied kids, what did your bullies do when they met you as an adult? He was as frustrated as we were, and we ended up putting him in speech therapy at a local hospital.Yeah, the dumb kid graduated (private college prep) high school an international baccalaureate and was quickly accepted into college on a full ride.I shudder to think what may have happened if I did not check on that classroom that day. ![]() He knew exactly what was going on but had difficulty expressing it, and was literally at the top of his class. The classroom was right out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s NestI immediately (meaning as of the next day) had him removed and transferred back to our original school.Because of his troublesome speech issue, the school administration thought he was mentally impaired and treated him as such.Later that year, in standardized statewide testing, he scored in 98th percentile. It was shocking.It turned out they lumped all the kids with any type of developmental, emotional, or mental problems into one class. But in order to receive routine speech therapy, we had to transfer him to a different school in a fairly nearby neighborhood.Thank goodness, a week or two later I decided to check on the 1st grade school classroom he was part of. He was in the public school system, in one of the top elementary schools in the state. ![]()
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