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The Bullies3/23/2023 In my elementary (public) and secondary (high) school years I experienced bullying from four other boys in particular. I remember each one of their names. I will recall some of the incidents here with their names concealed, though realistically they do not deserve this respect. Cassius, Brutus, Marcus and Priapus.
Cassius (m) was a bully in grade 7-8. I don’t know what happened but he decided he was going to beat me up (not the only time I was threatened or physically attacked in school, off school grounds of course). Our public school had three different gates leading to three separate streets plus a large soccer/baseball field leading to a fourth street. In a combination of leaving school later after classes and randomly using one of the tree gates and subsequent streets I managed to avoid Cassius twelve times. The thirteenth time I left he caught up with me in front of Eos’ (f) house (less than three metres from the school grounds) and beat me up. I was not a strong kid or a fighter, so it didn’t take much to knock me down. Strangely that seemed to satisfy his bullying gene and he left me alone after that confrontation. In high school I had no contact with him and he didn’t attempt to contact or approach me. I don’t know what happened to him, probably still living in our hometown. Another bully, around the same time was Priapus (m). I don’t remember exactly how he bullied me, but I avoided him as much as I could. I remember he moved away and ended up drowning in a swimming pool accident around 1988. They had a memorial service for him, in our town, but my classmates knew better than to invite me to it. They knew he bullied me but of course had done little to stop it. I wonder if they felt guilty at all? Next, another bully in public school was Marcus (m). Again I don’t remember much, probably verbal abuse and shoving me around. My parents must have known about it because years later my father said he’d met up with him and he was, now, a mature and respectable young man – of course he was, he was at work! So, should I be happy for him that he grew out of his bullying weaker kids phase? I think he still lives in the area where we went to school. My fourth bully was in grade 12, Brutus (m). A smart kid who acted stupid because it was cool. I remember two incidents with him. Once in social sciences class he threw something at me, probably an eraser or paper ball. I was sitting a few seats in front of him, and I saw it coming out of the corner of my eye so I ducked in time pretending to pick something up off the floor. The next time he gave me a wedgie while I was in line outside the snack bar at our school. Of course, as usual, the school did nothing really to discourage bullies, detentions just never seemed to be sufficient punishment. It’s late but next time I’ll tell you about the times I ended up in detention.
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