Any school that has a zero tolerance policy to bullying and that does not insist on blaming the victim would be a good start.
John Hanson Middle School Waldorf MD - I had been sent to my local school district, and I had some altercations including the flushing one of my notebooks down the toilet.
Thomas Stone High School Waldorf MD - The first year was the worst, especially gym (period 6) my performance in period 7 English suffered. My locker was glued shut (or jammed shut with the ring from a ball point pen), I was harassed at my locker, and on the bus. I started eating lunch with other students with the chemistry teacher in grade 12. Three and a half years.
Hedgesville High School Hedgesville WV - I was the new kid and the authorities did not like my nonconformity, although my grades were good. One jerk in health class give me grief.
Excluded from teenage party scene. To this day I don't know what I could have done to break in...
Speaking for my husband again (geez, get your own account, man...) he drank himself through high school. Every day.
Middle school, not sure. Will have to ask.
I wonder what having gone out with Rachel R. would have been like. Her dad made her study like crazy and she made top 15 and had scholarships and honors, she was an Air Force brat. Though I got hung up on looks and stuff, methinks Rachel was closest to me mentally of the girls I knew at Thomas Stone. She inspired me to study like crazy too, I told her friend Cathy years later.
Gee, Natalie, why were we so relatively restrained with our hormones in school? I might have given a cheerleader or two a tough time but I thought it was complimentary. I was barely malicious if at all, if I lashed out I thought I was doing it in self defense. Was it because we WEREN'T NTs?
Between MS and HS (9th and 10th grades), I worked construction. First week in HS, we did assessments in PE, and of course three of my tormenters were 1) jocks, and 2) in my PE class. Time came for doing pull-ups, and the teacher had the class sitting together and watching each student do their pull-ups (no pressure, right?
). I evaded detection until the end of class (I was hoping that time would run out and I would be skipped, but no such luck). I walked up to the bar hoping at least not to get the lowest number of the class. The bar was about 6" higher than I could reach, so I had to jump. To my surprise, I caught it at chest-level. I proceeded to do 20 without breaking a sweat or slowing down. I spontaneously decided that was enough, and just stopped, though it felt like I could do another 20. When I dropped down, you could have heard a pin drop, and all eyes were on me. Naturally, I froze. Mercifully, the bell rang, and everyone slowly got up to leave, whispering to one-another.Later that day, I ran into one kid who was both in that class and would talk to me. I asked what had happened at the end of PE - why was everyone acting so strangely. "You did 20 reps," he said. "Yeah. So?" I replied. "The star jock struggled to get 14. You faced him in front of the whole class, man!" I took this to be a good thing.
No one bothered me after that; it proved to be a marvelous deterrent
.That's one of only two fond memories I have of school, btw. Later that year, I had a major meltdown, and was institutionalized for a little over a year, during which I was tutored. Back in HS for my senior year, no one bothered me because I was "buff" and "dangerous". I still spent lunch period in the library, though.
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Thus far, my son's experience has been much different. He has never been bullied, and his quirks have been, for the most part, accepted. He has a small circle of quirky, immature (in an innocent way) friends.
He does struggle academically, though, and the schools don't seem to know what to do about that. He enters HS in August, and is looking forward to it. (I, on the other hand, have started having nightmares about being in HS again
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Oh, yes, my husband had the same types of issues. He was very small, and thin. He was beaten up all through school until he started hanging around with the "bad kids" and then somehow got a reputation that he was dealing drugs, he was not, but anyway, he got this rep, and the kids started to leave him alone. Like I said, he was drunk all the time, but that was about it.
Funny enough, he just matured really slowly. He is a BIG guy now. For quite some time, after he really "grew up" 19-21 or so, he still thought of himself as small and thin (98 pound weakling) it was only after I told him that he was intimidating at 6'1" or so and 270 lbs that he understood that he no longer fit that mold, and began to notice people walking around him instead of into him.
Nope, I am five foot two (too) short! It is pretty funny, he really towers over me.
Then I went to high school. where I actually got to eat lunch everyday with my friend from seventh grade. until she moved. After that I ate lunch alone, since I didn't like other people very much, and hey wer mostly assholes anyway. got realy sick spring semester, and ended up with C's in most of my classes. Then I changed schools.
10th and 11th grade were simply amazing. I hung out with a lot of kids thogh I didn't really have any close friends, being as I don't trust a lot of people, but I did ok. Made straight A's in HIgh school and College courses, as I was dually enrolled
. senior year hit, and I bombed college chemistry, I needed a C for the high school credit, but i missed it by 2 points. so I had to reatke it spring semester, after my mother yelled at me and grounded me from basically everything over chirstmas break (almost 3 weeks, no tv, radio, hanging out, anything really, unless i was studying. I did get chirstmas day free though). Aced Chem, and the rest of my classes my last semester, as well as fell for a girl, surprisingly enough (surprising because she didn't completely ignore me, after I told her) I also have a best friend now, who I talk to about everything.That's a nice wall of text too, mines just in paragraphs

Home-schooling is recommended, though. That is how I survived seventh, ninth, and tenth grades. (Eleventh and twelfth were in a small private school where about half the students had disabilities. I was a social outcast, but the active rejection stayed at the level of teasing and pranks; it never got physical, as it had in the earlier grades.)