I Was Bullied At School
This about my school days.
It's not a whinge. I'm not looking for sympathy either.
I'm sure you have you're own story to tell about school .
Maybe the following story will give you a few ideas , or bring back memories for you as well.The best years of your life .
But this is about my school days , and why I still struggle in every day life to spell the word correctly. Why I look for another word that means the same, that I can spell.Why I couldn't write a letter until well past 21 years old .
Yes, it's funny to some .
I was looked upon as an idiot who should should only either do manual labour , or serve the public behind a counter in a shop.
It all started with my first day of school at just 4 years old. No kindergarten then. Remember that when you got close to 5 years old , you were taken to school and left there. Sure I cried my eyes out. Got pushed to the floor by the class bully.
My head was split open , blood everywhere . Yes 4 years old, and my first day of school.
Welcome to the education system of post war Briton.
The bullying continued until I was 7 years old . Which was a long time when your on the receiving end.
I was and still am short sighted, so The blackboard could have been a scantily dressed girl for all I could see.
By the time my eye problem was picked up,and I was wearing glasses I'd already fallen behind in learning.
So I went to the lowest class in each year up until I left school. My dad taught me a few moves in boxing, that meant that I looked good in the pose before getting laughed at as well as getting beaten up. To cap it all off, I got the cane across my bottom just for fighting. It didn't matter that I'd not started it. So I took
up jujitsu as a means of staying only feet . Then I started fighting back. I started winning . Sure the days were often spent flat on my back in the office with a towel over my nose, to stop the nose bleeds. Why did I always get punched on the nose . Was it because of my terrible looking glasses provided free, or was it because I was at the bottom
Of the class .
School dinners meant sitting in the hall, and eating the most awful meals .I won't tell what they looked like , in case your eating yourselves .
I had to eat everything on my plate . It didn't matter if I was the last one in the hall to finish.great big bits of gristle and fat.
Or that I sat there crying at 8 years old, because I hated the food. As long as I finished it.
It didn't matter that when I got outside the hall, I was violently sick.
This type of treatment went on until the final weeks of schooling. There was this one snob / Pratt / bully who had mocked my lack of intelligence for about 3 years. He was in the top class and had top
Exam results. It was the last day of the school term .
Went to first sitting at school
Lunch. Came out quickly afterwards , I'm 15 years old now remember. Out this Pratt came. God, I thought he's at least 6 inches taller than me. What if I miss the mark ( his nose) What if he's still standing . Fingers crossed. I
marched briskly up to him, his face changed to a leer when he saw me approaching ."oh yea"
He sniggered at me. I was so scared, I was shaking . I'd been practicing this day for weeks, just like Robert Deniro in Taxi Driver. I mustered up as much strength as my left hand could hold ,"whack " right in the nose . He dropped to his knees like pack of crap. I turned and ran for my life straight out of the gates. My fingers were bleeding . But you should have seen his bloodied face.
So on leaving school I'd learned how to say please and thank you, to stand up
For myself, and that was it . Oh and the cane stung like crazy.Do I have any regrets you ask . How much time have you got to listen .
No real regrets, I can't turn back history. It's made me very aware of those who today suffer abuse in the hands of bullies. I'm now a successful business man. With a part time teaching career that stems back 20 years. Having taught more than 6000 people.
Did I sit and wait to be helped, to receive a government hand out , WFW!!!
So do I blame anyone, I'm not going to answer that one , because although I can point my finger at many, I could have tried harder in school to strive above all of the barriers that I found myself against . As a footnote, had I not experienced this early life I may not be where I am now.
It's not a whinge. I'm not looking for sympathy either.
I'm sure you have you're own story to tell about school .
Maybe the following story will give you a few ideas , or bring back memories for you as well.The best years of your life .
But this is about my school days , and why I still struggle in every day life to spell the word correctly. Why I look for another word that means the same, that I can spell.Why I couldn't write a letter until well past 21 years old .
Yes, it's funny to some .
I was looked upon as an idiot who should should only either do manual labour , or serve the public behind a counter in a shop.
It all started with my first day of school at just 4 years old. No kindergarten then. Remember that when you got close to 5 years old , you were taken to school and left there. Sure I cried my eyes out. Got pushed to the floor by the class bully.
My head was split open , blood everywhere . Yes 4 years old, and my first day of school.
Welcome to the education system of post war Briton.
The bullying continued until I was 7 years old . Which was a long time when your on the receiving end.
I was and still am short sighted, so The blackboard could have been a scantily dressed girl for all I could see.
By the time my eye problem was picked up,and I was wearing glasses I'd already fallen behind in learning.
So I went to the lowest class in each year up until I left school. My dad taught me a few moves in boxing, that meant that I looked good in the pose before getting laughed at as well as getting beaten up. To cap it all off, I got the cane across my bottom just for fighting. It didn't matter that I'd not started it. So I took
up jujitsu as a means of staying only feet . Then I started fighting back. I started winning . Sure the days were often spent flat on my back in the office with a towel over my nose, to stop the nose bleeds. Why did I always get punched on the nose . Was it because of my terrible looking glasses provided free, or was it because I was at the bottom
Of the class .
School dinners meant sitting in the hall, and eating the most awful meals .I won't tell what they looked like , in case your eating yourselves .
I had to eat everything on my plate . It didn't matter if I was the last one in the hall to finish.great big bits of gristle and fat.
Or that I sat there crying at 8 years old, because I hated the food. As long as I finished it.
It didn't matter that when I got outside the hall, I was violently sick.
This type of treatment went on until the final weeks of schooling. There was this one snob / Pratt / bully who had mocked my lack of intelligence for about 3 years. He was in the top class and had top
Exam results. It was the last day of the school term .
Went to first sitting at school
Lunch. Came out quickly afterwards , I'm 15 years old now remember. Out this Pratt came. God, I thought he's at least 6 inches taller than me. What if I miss the mark ( his nose) What if he's still standing . Fingers crossed. I
marched briskly up to him, his face changed to a leer when he saw me approaching ."oh yea"
He sniggered at me. I was so scared, I was shaking . I'd been practicing this day for weeks, just like Robert Deniro in Taxi Driver. I mustered up as much strength as my left hand could hold ,"whack " right in the nose . He dropped to his knees like pack of crap. I turned and ran for my life straight out of the gates. My fingers were bleeding . But you should have seen his bloodied face.
So on leaving school I'd learned how to say please and thank you, to stand up
For myself, and that was it . Oh and the cane stung like crazy.Do I have any regrets you ask . How much time have you got to listen .
No real regrets, I can't turn back history. It's made me very aware of those who today suffer abuse in the hands of bullies. I'm now a successful business man. With a part time teaching career that stems back 20 years. Having taught more than 6000 people.
Did I sit and wait to be helped, to receive a government hand out , WFW!!!
So do I blame anyone, I'm not going to answer that one , because although I can point my finger at many, I could have tried harder in school to strive above all of the barriers that I found myself against . As a footnote, had I not experienced this early life I may not be where I am now.
61-69, M
