Agree. In Junior High (former term for Middle School) mean girls tried to bully me. After telling Grandma after school, her response was, "well, what are YOU going to do about it?" and the next day I did - in class - let the girls know they were off-base with their taunts. Never got bullied again. In fact, they wanted to be "friends" and I said no. That age is just horrific to go through.
It's a dog eat dog world. When I was 11 I was in a fight with the "bad kid" because he hated that I kept scoring on him in hockey. I wound up pounding on him, then felt so awful afterwards that I cried in the boy's bathroom. I wasn't sad that I beat him up, I was sad that others were cheering me on and congratulating me afterwards. However, right after lunch the teacher put us on the same group task and, from opposite sides of the table we both looked up and laughed at each other. All was well. No harm and I disregarded the sheep that couldn't do the fighting themselves.
That worked for lots of us girls, also. Pick the biggest mean girl and knock the crap out of her. Of course, it helped that I was almost six feet tall by the time I was 13 years old. Not too many of the girls would risk it but I had to put a few boys in their place.
If not, I might have been scared of you. I was a late bloomer. Ended up at 6 foot , but I was 5'4" entering junior year of high school. Grew 6 inches in a year and then another 2 freshman/sophomore in college.
LOL, I had a lot of boy friends who, being much shorter than me, depended on me to take up for them until they had their growth spurts in high school! They then took over the role of protector. Interestingly, several of us, me included, became police officers and firefighters as adults. Still protecting the underdogs. IтАЩve been retired now since 2007 and boy has the profession changed. Sadly.
Agree. In Junior High (former term for Middle School) mean girls tried to bully me. After telling Grandma after school, her response was, "well, what are YOU going to do about it?" and the next day I did - in class - let the girls know they were off-base with their taunts. Never got bullied again. In fact, they wanted to be "friends" and I said no. That age is just horrific to go through.
It's a dog eat dog world. When I was 11 I was in a fight with the "bad kid" because he hated that I kept scoring on him in hockey. I wound up pounding on him, then felt so awful afterwards that I cried in the boy's bathroom. I wasn't sad that I beat him up, I was sad that others were cheering me on and congratulating me afterwards. However, right after lunch the teacher put us on the same group task and, from opposite sides of the table we both looked up and laughed at each other. All was well. No harm and I disregarded the sheep that couldn't do the fighting themselves.
Exactly and a lot of this prattling nonsense would just take care of itself if boys were allowed to be boys.
Some of my better friends are guys who I had a little fist to cuffs with.
That worked for lots of us girls, also. Pick the biggest mean girl and knock the crap out of her. Of course, it helped that I was almost six feet tall by the time I was 13 years old. Not too many of the girls would risk it but I had to put a few boys in their place.
Ha. I could've benefited from a friend like you.
If not, I might have been scared of you. I was a late bloomer. Ended up at 6 foot , but I was 5'4" entering junior year of high school. Grew 6 inches in a year and then another 2 freshman/sophomore in college.
LOL, I had a lot of boy friends who, being much shorter than me, depended on me to take up for them until they had their growth spurts in high school! They then took over the role of protector. Interestingly, several of us, me included, became police officers and firefighters as adults. Still protecting the underdogs. IтАЩve been retired now since 2007 and boy has the profession changed. Sadly.
Well thank you for your service; both professionally and in defense of the once puny guys!
Yup,that's how it usually works out! Same here Ryan
Great story!
Good on you!
Unfortunately for boys sometimes you had to throw the first punch before the bully understood you.
If you really wanted them to understand then hit the biggest one first.
I recently had to tell my 12 year old boy that. Damn the consequences.
If not, the bullying only gets worse.
Girls at that age can be some of the nastiest creatures on the planet. Most grow out of it to be nice young ladies.