Fat Jokes=Fail
Grah. I have something to rant about right now. The main idea? Someone who has been bothering me for a long time decided to be more... upfront about it. Fat Jokes.
First of all, I know I'm overweight. I deal with it, and I'm secure enough with myself to not let it bother me (too) much or restrict my life. I live healthier than most people do. I havn't had McD's in years. I try hard to lose weight, but everyone in my family is obese, even my cousins who play rugby.
Okay. The particular individual who shall not be named (MICHAEL) has been making snide remarks about me for years. It started in 7th grade, where I got the principal to not allow him to be in the same room as me. It ended for the most part there.
Now we're in Centennial, high school. The restraining order is off and he's back. He'll make snide remarks in the hallway, and he's always trying his hardest to make me miserable.
What's worse, is that he takes the same bus as me, and I cant change buses. He *always* stands by the door, while I *always* get a seat at the back. On my way out I'm in a rush (Trying to get through that crowd... ugh) and he normally jumps back away from me or calls me a 'Fat Ass'. I normally take the high road and ignore him, he isn't worth my time. I'm very confident in myself and I don't let him get to me.
Untill today.
The bastard tripped me.
I didn't actually fall, but just as I was exiting the door he stuck his leg out, and had I not been used to jumping off of the bus (The curb is too low on Dansey to step onto) I would have fallen.
I have a right as a human being to not be treated like that. I've talked to him about it, I've talked to teachers, councelors, and vice-principals about it. The system has failed me. I *want* to break the fucker's nose, his fingers, and pucture a kidney, but I'm gonna settle with a good strong blow to the stomach.
And you guys -know- that I would not resort to violence unless it was serious. Really, really serious. I'm not violent in my actions. (Thoughts, yes. But hey, I'm a Hellsing fanatic)
At this point, I don't care if I get suspended or in trouble or anything like that. It doesn't matter anymore. This has to stop and it's not getting anywhere the way it's going now, and I'm *desperate*.
Yeah. Nobody bullies me. Nobody.
First of all, I know I'm overweight. I deal with it, and I'm secure enough with myself to not let it bother me (too) much or restrict my life. I live healthier than most people do. I havn't had McD's in years. I try hard to lose weight, but everyone in my family is obese, even my cousins who play rugby.
Okay. The particular individual who shall not be named (MICHAEL) has been making snide remarks about me for years. It started in 7th grade, where I got the principal to not allow him to be in the same room as me. It ended for the most part there.
Now we're in Centennial, high school. The restraining order is off and he's back. He'll make snide remarks in the hallway, and he's always trying his hardest to make me miserable.
What's worse, is that he takes the same bus as me, and I cant change buses. He *always* stands by the door, while I *always* get a seat at the back. On my way out I'm in a rush (Trying to get through that crowd... ugh) and he normally jumps back away from me or calls me a 'Fat Ass'. I normally take the high road and ignore him, he isn't worth my time. I'm very confident in myself and I don't let him get to me.
Untill today.
The bastard tripped me.
I didn't actually fall, but just as I was exiting the door he stuck his leg out, and had I not been used to jumping off of the bus (The curb is too low on Dansey to step onto) I would have fallen.
I have a right as a human being to not be treated like that. I've talked to him about it, I've talked to teachers, councelors, and vice-principals about it. The system has failed me. I *want* to break the fucker's nose, his fingers, and pucture a kidney, but I'm gonna settle with a good strong blow to the stomach.
And you guys -know- that I would not resort to violence unless it was serious. Really, really serious. I'm not violent in my actions. (Thoughts, yes. But hey, I'm a Hellsing fanatic)
At this point, I don't care if I get suspended or in trouble or anything like that. It doesn't matter anymore. This has to stop and it's not getting anywhere the way it's going now, and I'm *desperate*.
Yeah. Nobody bullies me. Nobody.