And so every day, as I walk past your desk, I'll flick your ear. "Why would he be flicking your ear? that's childish!" the human relations guy says. So it goes on for weeks. Flick. Flick. Flick. Nobody ever noticed it happening, so it must be your imagination. Flick. Flick. Flick. So you confront me. What the hell did I do? You're standing there in the middle of a busy office, ranting about my imaginary flicking of your ear. Then everyone laughs as you, and I and my other friends go out and have a beer without you, because you're obviously nuts. Flick. Flick. Getting a little testy now, aren't you? The underlying point here is that bullying, in whatever form it takes, generally isn't a one time thing. Flick. Flick. Sure, you can quit - how do you feed your family without an income? Flick. Flick. How do you support yourself without a high school diploma?
What we're dealing with is a near-constant, sometimes subtle, sometimes not so subtle pressure. And it pushes and pushes. And you can work your frustrations out any way you like, but you know it's still there. And after 8-10 years trapped in the system, you're ready to get out by any means necessary. How did any of us make it through school?
This whole message was intended to try and simulate a little of what it felt like for me going through school, with other students bullying, with no recompense, and teachers applying constant pressure to do better. Eventually you end up in the corner.
The question, I guess, is Do we really believe that life is an irrevocable sentence to years of pain and anguish?
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And so every day, as I walk past your desk, I'll flick your ear. "Why would he be flicking your ear? that's childish!" the human relations guy says. So it goes on for weeks. Flick. Flick. Flick. Nobody ever noticed it happening, so it must be your imagination. Flick. Flick. Flick. So you confront me. What the hell did I do? You're standing there in the middle of a busy office, ranting about my imaginary flicking of your ear. Then everyone laughs as you, and I and my other friends go out and have a beer without you, because you're obviously nuts. Flick. Flick. Getting a little testy now, aren't you? The underlying point here is that bullying, in whatever form it takes, generally isn't a one time thing. Flick. Flick. Sure, you can quit - how do you feed your family without an income? Flick. Flick. How do you support yourself without a high school diploma?
What we're dealing with is a near-constant, sometimes subtle, sometimes not so subtle pressure. And it pushes and pushes. And you can work your frustrations out any way you like, but you know it's still there. And after 8-10 years trapped in the system, you're ready to get out by any means necessary. How did any of us make it through school?
This whole message was intended to try and simulate a little of what it felt like for me going through school, with other students bullying, with no recompense, and teachers applying constant pressure to do better. Eventually you end up in the corner.
The question, I guess, is Do we really believe that life is an irrevocable sentence to years of pain and anguish?
Or should it be more than that?
Sorry for going so long. Have a nice day.