Mar 02, 2012 19:13
As am I writing this book about a bullied youth, I remember my own experience in the past, before bullying was given the spotlight that it deserves.
I remember the worst incident. I was in summer school, around 4th or 5th grade and a bunch of kids beat me up during gym class, while the teacher watched. Being beaten up was bad enough--I recall being knocked out flat on the gym floor, with a bunch kids punching and kicking me. The teacher, Mr. P we'll call him, just sat watching.
I went up to him afterwards and asked him why he didn't stop them. Well, maybe not that eloquently. He told me that I was unlikable.
The worst part, by far, was the fact the teacher seemed to condone the violence against me.
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