tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post5864328777809138391..comments2023-11-02T07:53:45.876-07:00Comments on Girl's Gone Child: On Kissing Like a Horse (Sponsored)GIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-19470499497097980402012-08-31T14:24:24.348-07:002012-08-31T14:24:24.348-07:00My daughter was bullied going into middle school. ...My daughter was bullied going into middle school. She would go in one door of the school and leave through the next to avoid a gang of girls who always threatened her. I found out weeks later this was happening. When I asked my daughter what was going on, she told me that she was being threatened. I taught her how to physically defend herself and when the time came, the gang sent their largest "champion" to beat up my daughter and instead, my daughter punched her in the nose, and that was the end of the bullying. From that point on, she was never bullied. I think every girl needs how to defend herself physically, mentally and emotionally.Dr. Garyhttp://drgarye.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-68953933172778418102012-08-29T13:39:20.203-07:002012-08-29T13:39:20.203-07:00... and school administrators to this day still wo...... and school administrators to this day still wonder why kids sometimes go postal. Duh!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-72034014246631543682012-08-27T19:09:29.919-07:002012-08-27T19:09:29.919-07:00Those girls who bullied others because it was &quo...Those girls who bullied others because it was "their turn to be the hard ass" are the worst of all. Being bullied is no excuse to bully others; in fact, it seems disgusting to me, to let yourself fall into exactly that same hateful behavior you complain about. "Somebody broke my leg, so I have to go break somebody else's leg, to make myself feel better, now." BS!<br /><br />I was bullied all through school (except for 4 years, from 6th-9th grades, when I went to a private Christian academy, where bullying and cliques were not tolerated). I wasn't popular, or particularly pretty, or outgoing. I kept to myself and tried to just learn and then go home. I had very few friends, all of them outcasts like me. I wasn't even involved in any extracurricular activities, besides French club in HS. Didn't make any difference, whatsoever, in the bullying. Two of the female bullies even made French club unbearable for me and the other "weird" girl in the class. To this day, I don't know why she and I were "weird." Just because we didn't belong to the cheerleader/drill team cliques, I guess.<br /><br />I was bullied by girls AND boys, as well as by some teachers and counsellors at the schools. In the very first grade, I got beaten up on the way home from school, almost every day, by the same group of older boys. Teachers and other adults would walk right by, as these little creeps held me down on the sidewalk or against the brick wall of the school and beat the crap out of me. I didn't matter to them, or to my parents. <br /><br />I went home crying and bleeding and bruised, and my parents screamed at me, told me not to DARE come home crying, again, or they'd give me something to cry about. They expected me to fight back. Yeah, a scrawny little first-grade girl can really fight back against four or five 3rd-and 4th-grade boys who are nearly twice her physical size. The physical beatings stopped, after we moved to another town, but the psychological beatings never did, except for those blissful 4 years in the academy. <br /><br />None of the bullies grew up to be good people, either. Some of the boys went to jail, and I've had the misfortune to meet up with a few of the women, who are successful in business, but who are just as wretchedly horrible people as ever. <br /><br />It doesn't stop in school, either. It's in every office where there are women and men who were childhood bullies. They never grow out of it; they just learn to use it on adults, wrap it in charm and call it "personal power." Some of them take a perverse pleasure in destroying another human being. They aren't misguided innocents; they're hateful creatures who enjoy the energy of hatred, and the feeling of power that comes with the ability to ruin someone else's life, career, or happiness.Kimnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-52848784751142545102012-08-20T11:54:28.294-07:002012-08-20T11:54:28.294-07:00I'm watching my 5 year old son go through bull...I'm watching my 5 year old son go through bullying. The sad thing is that the bully is his 11 year old cousin. What makes it worse is his mom and dad are condoning the bullying. What can you as a parent do in that case but teach your child to ignore him. But its kind of hard when it gets physical between a 5 and a kid twice his age/size.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-744074011876753912012-08-20T00:00:03.904-07:002012-08-20T00:00:03.904-07:00I feel very fortunate that I went to a nerdy, magn...I feel very fortunate that I went to a nerdy, magnet high school where it was cool to be smart and the rules were way too strict for anything like soda dumping or book smashing to have happened. Yet, your story empowered so many other people, and that is amazing.<br /><a href="http://www.soccercleatsus.org" rel="nofollow">discount soccer shoes</a><br />Amazingly a number of those girls have 'friended' me on facebook now...because we are 'friends'? I can still feel the cold locker slamming into my back and they want to look at pictures of my kid and re-live the good ol days? Mmmmm, notsomuch.<br />I mostly felt invisible. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-45657942411624748302012-08-16T09:37:11.643-07:002012-08-16T09:37:11.643-07:00We must all work together to end this out-of-contr...We must all work together to end this out-of-control bullying infestation. Think of the learning and joy and friendship that are being crushed before they are even born by this ongoing warfare. <br /><br />My daughter and I were both bullied --- she is is in her thirties now. To me, the viciousness of the bullies hasn't just magically evaporated with age, either. Just spend some time in any corporate office, and you'll find them there in their cubicles conducting office intrigue, ganging up, ostracizing and using people. But now the consequences to their victims can be loss of jobs or careers. <br /><br />I was bullied by both girls and boys --- not physically but emotionally; cruelly and relentlessly. I was very tall and thin --- 5-10 1/2 and 120 something --- just the weight that models yearn for, but in those days, when petite and curvy was the style, I was mocked for being "a toothpick on stilts." Ironic, isn't it? I believed that I was an ugly misfit; that I was never going to stop growing and that I would end up in a biology textbook. <br /><br />It was my writing (I too am a professional writer) that saved me. I won several writing awards and was published even while in school. That made me a mini-celebrity and earned me the bullies' grudging admiration. They were both afraid of ending up in one of my stories and worried that they would be left out of them! <br /><br />But I was also saved by candystriping. Just being able to go to a local hospital, put on that crisp uniform and belong unconditionally; to be welcomed by staff and patients alike; to believe that I was doing something to make sick, sad people feel a little better boosted my self esteem and sense of empowerment. The broad, spontaneous smiles when people saw me were balm for my aching heart. <br /><br />The worst of my bullies were girls who were supposedly my friends. They laughed at me, gossipped about me, told me what others said behind my back (as long as it was mean). To this day, I write and publish short stories about them. I even have a pilot for a TV series in development. But I'd almost trade my success for what school could have been without that daily torment. <br /><br />When my own daughter (also tall and thin) was bullied, I advised her to form her own crowd of friends; to include the "outcasts" and leave the "popular" (why call them popular? These kids are actually feared and despised) kids to their fun and games. I was glad to see that she never had it in her to purposely belittle another child. She is still warmhearted and quick to forgive --- a much better person than I am! --- but she aches to this day from the snubs and heartlessness she endured in school. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-64404108258003133712012-08-16T09:32:53.856-07:002012-08-16T09:32:53.856-07:00We must all work together to end this out-of-contr...We must all work together to end this out-of-control bullying infestation. Think of the learning and joy and friendship that are being crushed before they are even born by this ongoing warfare. <br /><br />My daughter and I were both bullied --- she is is in her thirties now. To me, the viciousness of the bullies hasn't just magically evaporated with age, either. Just spend some time in any corporate office, and you'll find them there in their cubicles conducting office intrigue, ganging up, ostracizing and using people. But now the consequences to their victims can be loss of jobs or careers. <br /><br />I was bullied by both girls and boys --- not physically but emotionally; cruelly and relentlessly. I was very tall and thin --- 5-10 1/2 and 120 something --- just the weight that models yearn for, but in those days, when petite and curvy was the style, I was mocked for being "a toothpick on stilts." Ironic, isn't it? I believed that I was an ugly misfit; that I was never going to stop growing and that I would end up in a biology textbook. <br /><br />It was my writing (I too am a professional writer) that saved me. I won several writing awards and was published even while in school. That made me a mini-celebrity and earned me the bullies' grudging admiration. They were both afraid of ending up in one of my stories and worried that they would be left out of them! <br /><br />But I was also saved by candystriping. Just being able to go to a local hospital, put on that crisp uniform and belong unconditionally; to be welcomed by staff and patients alike; to believe that I was doing something to make sick, sad people feel a little better boosted my self esteem and sense of empowerment. The broad, spontaneous smiles when people saw me were balm for my aching heart. <br /><br />The worst of my bullies were girls who were supposedly my friends. They laughed at me, gossipped about me, told me what others said behind my back (as long as it was mean). To this day, I write and publish short stories about them. I even have a pilot for a TV series in development. But I'd almost trade my success for what school could have been without that daily torment. <br /><br />When my own daughter (also tall and thin) was bullied, I advised her to form her own crowd of friends; to include the "outcasts" and leave the "popular" (why call them popular? These kids are actually feared and despised) kids to their fun and games. I was glad to see that she never had it in her to purposely belittle another child. She is still warmhearted and quick to forgive --- a much better person than I am! --- but she aches to this day from the snubs and heartlessness she endured in school. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-20248759157798849842012-08-15T06:02:39.895-07:002012-08-15T06:02:39.895-07:00Teach your kids never to bully- but never to get b...Teach your kids never to bully- but never to get bullied either. <br /><br />I have my son in martial arts and he is learning about life, and how to defend himself. With my daughters, and I know girls can be the worst, teach them self confidence and to look out for one another.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-25624421320817668622012-08-14T14:20:51.365-07:002012-08-14T14:20:51.365-07:00I found this interesting because although high sch...I found this interesting because although high school was a considerably long time ago- I still recall the social strata of that time and the various forms of 'bullying' (although we would have never called it that) that went on. However, it was only until recently (mostly through articles and not my own sisters unfortunately) that I realized GIRLS were bullied too. This will probably sound crazy in the hyper-sensitive, litigious and (honestly)unbeleivably fearful realm of children's schooling- but bottles getting thrown at you sounds like a good time compared to what BOYS in my high school went through. There were roughly 2500-3000 students at my high school (the only HS when growing up- supporting a SouthWestern city community of roughly 100,000 at the time) and I honestly cannot recall a single day of high school where a boy I knew wasn't beat to unconsiciousness, sent to the hospital with broken bones or concussions, occasionally stabbed (truly horrific), and even shot at. For almost all 4 years, lunchtime was almost exclusively focused on who was fighting that day. I NEVER went in-between classes, to our cars, to the Administration offices, etc without a group of friends that would back you up or you could pretty much guarantee a fistfight. I can say with confidence that I look back on those days with enormous pride- I learned the value of true friendship (ie: not the ones who ran in the face of danger); found out that getting hit in the face by someone else isn't the end of the world and therefore gained the knowledge of how to fight -which is primarily learning how to control your fears; discovered that violence is something you don't have to participate in, but you better damn sure know what to do when you are confronted by it; and lastly, I felt (and still feel) that those days shaped me into a MAN. I worry these days that there is so much fear driven policies in place that prevents boys from learning how to fight (and better yet, when not to fight). When boys never learn how to fight, fear of getting hurt in a fight makes it really easy to pick up a gun or a rock or a baseball bat to defend yourself and then true tragedy can occur. I suppose the point of my post is that I never saw the girls have to fight like the boys had to (daily) and I was always a little jealous that the worst a girl had to suffer was name calling and spitting. But maybe they were suffering too- just not suffering broken teeth and bruised jaws, but suffering none the less. Thanks for the story.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-6907532369224195602012-08-14T07:13:50.679-07:002012-08-14T07:13:50.679-07:00Middle school - when no child should be put in a g...Middle school - when no child should be put in a group of his/her "peers." If you only homeschool a few years, make them the middle school years. It's bad for their socialization to be put in with a pile of kids getting though all the hormones and growth spurts.<br /><br />My daughter was homeschooled and never had this problem in school, but did have it at her dance studio. The older girls were mean. Thankfully the day they graduated the whole place lightened up, the girls all loved each other; dance was a happy place. That's because once the mean group was gone, the new advanced girls were mostly homeschooled, and set a tone of kindness that rubbed off on the whole place. Once day a graduated mean girl came back and watched rehearsals and loudly said mean things about the soloists - and was chased out of the place by an observant (not homeschool) mom. The mom just said, "We don't talk like that here. If you can't be nice, leave." The college kid left. Awesome.<br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-53557721315885034712012-08-11T11:17:31.605-07:002012-08-11T11:17:31.605-07:00I am a retired public school teacher and would urg...I am a retired public school teacher and would urge any parent to take any legal means necessary to stop the bullying. I did my very best to stop it while I was in the classroom but teachers cannot follow kids everywhere, especially teenagers. Things are so bad now that I urge parents to look into Cyber-schooling or homeschool. Your children will be much better off.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-40330789185361432352012-08-09T06:56:50.880-07:002012-08-09T06:56:50.880-07:00I have wondered for years why young women, college...I have wondered for years why young women, college graduates, joining the work force were such b******. What did they have to be b***** about? They were young, top of their game, but now I see as a manager, they are just miserable little girls at heart! Now I think I can understand my daughters-in-law a little better--they really are b******. When I was in school, the older girls looked after and mentored the younger girls. No wonder so many women now are so dang b*****! It does begin in school and it is something they are taught they need to be! Where are their mothers? If I had acted like this my mother would have been so ashamed of me and I would have known she was ashamed of me and that would have broken my heart! What are young mothers teaching their daughters these days?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-2277484298261138312012-08-09T01:33:27.916-07:002012-08-09T01:33:27.916-07:00I'm 51 now and had no problems with other girl...I'm 51 now and had no problems with other girls in jr high or high school; not even in grade school; other than one girl that wanted to hang on me as if I was some sort of protector. I finally chased her off one day, felt a little bad about it - didn't beat her up, and she didn't come back. I was a tom boy that even the boys didn't mess with.<br /><br />The schools I attended with small and located in small cities, some of them located out in the country. Maybe they just didn't have mean girls.<br /><br />Since having and raising my daughter, who is now an adult, a college graduate, married and the mother of my grand child, I have heard of mean girls. I'm glad I didn't know of them back when I was in HS. They wouldn't have lasted long with me around. I'd have taught them some manners, real fast.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-4200345189274435622012-08-08T10:18:44.958-07:002012-08-08T10:18:44.958-07:00So, you admitted that when it was your turn to be ...So, you admitted that when it was your turn to be the older girl, you continued the bullying. And STILL you made it look like you were innocent. I don't care how guilty you feel. It's time for bullies in the past to stop hiding and ADMIT the pain specifically. Once you made all the money from Chicken Soup, did you track down all the girls you bullied and apologize? Probably not. You were still focused on yourself. It's time now. I don't feel sorry for you because somebody else did it to you first. You had the decision to stop the cycle, and you didn't. Stop coloring your words, and openly apologize to those other girls!Sandy Cutchinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06244997041173898941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-87848781489188899562012-08-07T05:49:22.760-07:002012-08-07T05:49:22.760-07:00Thank God for Cyber schools. Where kids can get pu...Thank God for Cyber schools. Where kids can get pure learning. Where they can annonomously side-chat their teachers if they have questions on th subject. Where every kid is assigned a school personal assistant to help them with school and their world. Where kids can study ahead and take college courses to feed their drive to succeed. Where kis can meet like-minded smart kids without fear of retaliation from the bullies. Where bullying is stopped at inception. Yes, Thank God for cyber schools,a bulwark against bullying. A place where kids can let their hearts and minds soar!<br /> Karen<br />(a mom)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-54556885450894057942012-08-05T08:11:58.728-07:002012-08-05T08:11:58.728-07:00And THIS is a big part of the reason we homeschool...And THIS is a big part of the reason we homeschool. And no, they are not socially backwards, in fact, just the opposite. So now that they are teens, and mixing it up with lots of other teens in our area through all their various activities, when they spot this stuff, they laugh and walk away, or help the underdog. The melodrama doesn't get to them, they don't feel the need to stoop. Learning to survive in the toxic environment that so many of our schools are now, private and public, can do some damage that some kids may never get over. I also have to add, where the hell of the parents of kids like one of your commenters who has a 4.5 year old daughter being bullied?!? Where is the Mom or Dad to stop this, say a huge no, guide and discipline, model better behavior? When I see kids at our community pool, particularly the girls who act that way "girls just act", I can often spot the moms huddled together, doing the very same behavior, just 25 years older. And even sadder. I was bullied, my sister was bullied, and here we were in the "Best" school districts in our area. It often seems the more the money to put in, the shittier the kids, because well, the shittier the parents. As parents, we spend too much time focused on the minors, and letting the majors, like heart and character, and compassion such slide on by. But are the outfits cute? The car right? Is Jenny a cheerleader and Tommy a quarterback? Then life is grand! My little sister was a freshman in 1989. She struggled with her weight. Girls threw her against lockers and called her a bitch, every day. The same girls who ran the Student Body, the homecoming court, the NHS...the same girls who had "active" parents at the school. Not one person said or did anything. Not a teacher, and not another kid. Then one afternoon basketball game? The mom of one of those girls was cussing my sister out for missing the ball. "Get her off the court!!!", she raged, for all the county to see. And then it came a bit clearer. These apples are not falling far from the tree. These are the moms who let their daughters have pink and fluffy sleep overs with every girl in the class but one. Who have the party and don't ever consider to invite the quiet one, the awkward one. I can assure you, that when we throw down in our home, all the kids come, or we don't have the party. This is one way to begin to teach compassion. Who is thinking like this anymore? Who remembers the basic treat others as you'd like to be treated? Who among us as grown women see the same behavior as the highschool lunch room played out over and over at PTA, tennis club, CHURCH, Girl Scouts, etc.? Girls are "just girls" because way to many women are "just women". There. There's a fraction of my two cents. Obviously, this subject touches close to home. It's a crazy as hell outrage that we HAVE to have anti bullying programs. Blessings on your endeavors with your girls, and with your son, in teaching him what is just not OK, in girls, or guys.allisonhttp://allisontannery.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-34240230907113694342012-08-05T07:12:24.254-07:002012-08-05T07:12:24.254-07:00Just was thinking about the Twitter comments about...Just was thinking about the Twitter comments about Gabby Douglas's HAIR after her incredibly wonderful gold-medal performances in the 2012 Olympics. Lord have mercy. I think our society is so demanding of perfection - I mean total, absolute, complete perfection - that many automatically zero in on any flaw, as if that makes THEM better. No one, not ANYONE, is perfect. One who looks for the best in others is admired by everyone, and it's a wonderful feeling to be loved for that reason.Charlotte O'Keefehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13875832784250204082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-1319936519624069042012-08-03T06:38:59.297-07:002012-08-03T06:38:59.297-07:00I'm 55 years old and still remember the fear I...I'm 55 years old and still remember the fear I felt when I saw the bunch waiting for me,not knowing what they would say or do today. One girl in particular was the leader, they were older and bigger then me,they had sisters, I did not. I had medicine for a nervous stomach, it started when I was 12 years old and continued till I was in high school, even though we went to different high schools, it persisted. They were the neighborhood bullies, put some girls in the hospital. I had to get the police involved. A group of 5 or 6 waited outside for me with bricks in hand ready to throw at me until luckily a neighbor yelled for them to leave and warned my guardian that they were outside. I have no feelings for any them now except hatred, they never became good women they are a pathetic group of excuses for human beings.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-34508862744877813752012-07-31T06:46:33.557-07:002012-07-31T06:46:33.557-07:00The Federal Agencies are working together on bully...The Federal Agencies are working together on bullying prevention.<br />Visit <br />www.stopbullying.gov<br /><br />for helpful resourcesStephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16087012387860016787noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-19180713767545865742012-07-30T23:59:40.554-07:002012-07-30T23:59:40.554-07:00I was bullied back when dinosaurs roamed the earth...I was bullied back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. I gave birth to one lovely daughter. My only child. I figured the buck had to start with me. My mother never tolerated bullying and I wouldn't either. Teach your children well. Make sure they tell you what goes on-in the capcity of of confidence. Do inform school officials -follow proper channels. I did all of this. When it didn't work, I followed my instinct. I started calling mothers of these girls. I offered to visit them every day with similar treatment that my daughter was getting. Maybe a bit more on an adult level. Promised them that they would get this every day until their children learned manners and how to treat people. Including the fact that if you don't like someone leave them alone. It worked. We would like not to be in the order of violence begets violence but sometimes if you are confronted with a thrashing and held responsible you will figure out how to stop it. I will fight for my child. My daughter is now grown and an advocate for anti-bullying as am I. Because as we all know it doesn't stop when you leave school. I see it every day in our adult lives and we don't tolerate it even now.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-81687319051947625222012-07-30T14:28:21.454-07:002012-07-30T14:28:21.454-07:00Back in the day we handled bullies, by "beati...Back in the day we handled bullies, by "beating that ass". <br /><br />None of this crap talk, call the parents. <br /><br />To think back, we only had a few bullies!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-38635135843959472012012-06-07T19:23:03.100-07:002012-06-07T19:23:03.100-07:00I found this post powerful -- fascinating and sad ...I found this post powerful -- fascinating and sad and so incredibly right on. <br /><br />My 9 1/2 year old daughter and I were just talking about the "popular" girls at school yesterday. I brought the subject up because her good friend's mother asked me to explore it with her (I'm a social worker, often asked to do such things by other moms...). I often call her our "old soul" because she seems wise beyond her years, and I felt that way again yesterday.<br /><br />Here's what she said, "Sure, Mom, there are popular girls at school (she went on the accurately name exactly the same girls her friend had named)...but they are not REALLY popular -- they just want you to think they are. And, they really aren't very nice, so, I do not care whether or not they are my friends." Wow. I was semi-staggered. <br /><br />I responded by telling her that I thought she had a very insightful take on the whole thing and encouraged her to remember that as she got older. <br /><br />The thing that I keep thinking is -- HOW do I help her to do that? Not that hanging on to this perspective will keep her from being bullied, but, this awesome perspective would certainly serve any pre-teen or teenager well. Thoughts?Carynhttp://createfamilyconnections.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-52267194695931898662012-06-06T09:18:43.586-07:002012-06-06T09:18:43.586-07:00I'm fairly new to your blog and your writing, ...I'm fairly new to your blog and your writing, so forgive me if this has been addressed--but I think it would be great if you (or your mom) would talk about this issue from the perspective of what a parent did do, should do, shouldn't do in situations like this. Even if you chose not to tell your parents what was happening at school, surely they knew something was up when the garage was vandalized, right? Did they call the police? The school? The girls' parents? As a parent of one preteen, two little ones, and a baby on the way, I would love feedback on what type of parental involvement is effective if your child is being harassed.The Bakershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12130617984888325001noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-73836693484572808942012-06-05T21:00:17.668-07:002012-06-05T21:00:17.668-07:00I could have written this. I was bullied in high ...I could have written this. I was bullied in high school by the older girls. The older boys liked me, therefore I was a bitch. I had maxi pads stuck to my locker, prank calls, books stolen, girls hitting me in the hallways. You name it. Notes passed telling me they'd kill me if I looked at them or even walked down the hall where their lockers were. So silly. I got in several fights because of this, but I was always pretty tough and laughed them off. This set them off even more. I never considered moving schools or suicide. I really just thought they were stupid and silly. I also had a great network of friends and was in the so called "popular" crowd in my grade. It's really amazing that this happens. Why? I wonder what those girls think now. Do they even remember? I do.The Slick Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09891104610749282803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-60891872529599901602012-06-05T15:13:34.565-07:002012-06-05T15:13:34.565-07:00I was that younger girl growing up around you Rebe...I was that younger girl growing up around you Rebecca and you were my hero. You were so nice to me that it made me want the younger classmates to look at me that way. I know we can change some parts of this but it takes girls like you to inspire us!! I hope our girls don't have to deal with some of what we did. Thank you for your years and years of writing to keep inspiring me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com