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Indeed I was.

Some due to my last name, some due to the fact I'm not one of the 'cool kids'. Eitherway, after 12 years of it, I finally said ******** it and dropped out.

Some say I let them win. I say I took matters into my own hands, by removing myself from the situation and persuing education on my own time, I have solved the issue. Surprisingly enough, any bulling has pretty much completely stopped since that day. Even when running into people that did it the most, they just didn't bother anymore. Either because they matured, or realized I wasn't going to take it anymore, and they would lose their jobs (as I worked with a few of them), I don't know, nor do I care. That chapter of my life is over.

I was the bullie I loved to fight my resons for liking martial arts came from that. I wanted to fight but people started to fear me in school and wouldnt start any thing I mostly only fought with people who started it first after a wile people never realy messed with me and the few that did I didn't waist time on. So I grew out of it in a way most of my martial arts knowledg at this time was from books and the little tae kwondo I had traind in.

My sophomore year a friend of mine told me his dad had taken karate and that he wanted to learn so I looked around and found a class that was cheap enough for me to get into it was a wing chun kung fu class we went and had a free leson. I liked it so we stayed after a wile he quit going I swore that I would stick with it and have. I am curently unable to go to class I am going to school out side of my home town so I will need to get back into the class when I am done here but I still practice some and read up on stuff.

I am curently on my second black sash but need to take my test for green after that I will be an instructor in my class and able to start studying the butterfly knives.

Five years of training and I am so close I just can't stand waiting.

How is that great? Sounds more like you're a punk.

Beaten up, set on fire, had my ankle broken and my long hair cut off.

By boys no less.

School, to me, is the hardest part of life because, unlike adulthood, there are no social rules and social standards break down. It's considered OK, nay, normal, to punch someone in the face rather than have a reasonable discussion.

Chile is gonna LOSE!! in the WC. SIX TIMES! SIX TIMES! BRAZIL!

Ronaldo, Ronaldinho and R. Carlos.

I was picked on, I think the average amount. I think everyone is bullied a bit, some people a little less and unfortunately, some people a little more. I had a few experiences, especially in grammar and middle school when bigness=toughness for some reason, and you sort of submitted to anyone who was bigger than you. It all pretty much stopped in middle school when on one occasion, one of the kids who frequently bothered me decided he'd call me a name in the bathroom and push me. I turned and gave him a hook in the jaw, and after that, he and his dickwad friends never said anything to me again.

Reminds me of my brother. He's always been picked on, bullied even, for reasons that are still a mystery to me. Already at age 10 he was capable of taking on 20+ 12-year-olds by himself in King of the Hill, which he today fears might have made him almost harmfully unafraid of great numbers. If they messed with his friends, he'd take on people twice his size, and as far as I can remember he never lost a single fight in his schooldays. The closest thing would be the one he spared and turned his back on in his more inexperienced days, who attacked him from behind, using his superior weight to bring him down and dragged his face through the mud, but it doesn't really count.

Why the bullies focused on him, as I said, is a mystery. They utterly failed to break him, he'd talk back to them his entire life, giving unflattering nicknames to those that would unflatteringly nickname him, stare down those who would verbally assault him and, as I said, never losing a fight.

Did they somehow keep telling themselves that his lack of ten guys constantly backing him up was some overwhelming weakness that would one day make them superior, despite how they failed even in great numbers back when their greater age actually made them bigger and stronger and how they with the years grew yet lazier, duller of tongue and addicted to tobacco?

Ah yes... how I prayed for a smart bully back in the day

I remember even writing a paper on proper bullying and handing in to the teacher once, just to theoretically prove that I would do a lot better in their shoes. Disturbed her a bit, I think.

You's a b***h.