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Tags: bullies, school
One of the most lasting and traumatic images a person can take from his childhood are memories of being bullied.
I should know. I was once a victim of school bullies.
I studied in an exclusive, Catholic school for girls for eleven years.
Five years of which, I spent in agony from power-tripping classmates who get high from making my life miserable.
Mind you, at that time, I was not the typical nerd in glasses… my parents made it a point I had the best stuff in class, I always wore new uniforms, I had my own school service, I was consecutively awarded “Most Behave Girl” and “Most Well-Groomed Girl” in Grade Two and Grade Three… hell! I even loved Hello Kitty then!
So what went wrong?
Judging from a 27 year-old’s point of view, I guess the problem started when I never fought back.
I do not remember the exact moment it happened… but I never forgot the way I felt the first time I knew I was being “framed” for a “crime” I did not commit.
I was in grade three.
Every recess, each classroom would be left empty, and every time, some lunatic kept on putting things inside my bag… from stationeries to wallets to cute pencil cases.
All of which, I would return to their rightful owner the moment I see them… after the break.
I also had some of my things stolen… once, I saw my imported colored pencils in the hands of class bullies, but of course, they denied it was mine.
As a solution, my parents bought me a travel bag with locks… two to be exact.
But I was not surprised when the harassment never stopped.
Since the perpetrators cannot get the “supposedly-stolen-goods” in, they just placed it on top of my locked bag.
I had enough so I brought the matter up to my adviser.
Which only made matters worse.
(to be continued…)