One person told me she felt like a huge dork, and she thought I was cool and wanted to be my friend.
Oh. Really? Because I definitely thought it was the other way around, and she was the cool one.
Talking about painful elementary school experiences with old friends has been eye-opening and healing. I thought I was the freak, the reject, but it turns out I was just one kid among many, all getting picked on.
Where were the adults? Why weren't the teachers intervening? So much less bullying would have happened if only our teachers didn't stand for it.
Why didn't our parents contact the school? Or call the parents of the kids who did the bullying? It seems everyone just took it for granted that little kids were going to pick on one another, and they let us get on with it.
Kids are going to be kids. That's why they're under adult supervision. It's the adults' jobs to stop bullying.
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