Same thing in school with my bully Fred Couch in Mineral Wells, Texas. Odds are you know that name. His son Ethan was the "affluenza" teen whose judge did not give him prison after he killed four people because she didn't think prison would do him any good. Ethan then went to Mexico with his mother, breaking his probation... and they both ended up in prison. That's Fred's family. Fred never messed with me again. He's afraid of me to this day.

Really? She knew he was bullying you for a long time and just...waited for you to get violent? Didn't remove the kid every time he did something? She is not a hero in this story.

I got tired of being harassed by this guy in 6th grade, so I filled up my purse with old horse shoes, and next time he tried to grab my 🍑, I spun around and swung it at him. It had a long shoulder strap so the weight was at the outside of the swing. The sound it made when it hit him is embedded in my mind. He never bothered me again, and kept his distance and eyes averted. Don’t try me.

I did the same thing in 2nd grade. I just remember turning into a blind rage. Next thing I know, I was straddling him on the grass and pummeling him. There was a crowd of kids watching the whole thing. I never got in trouble and he never dared to bother me again. 😄

In 5th grade I gave my bff a birthday card, and her boyfriend stole it and tried to read it even tho it wasn’t for him, so I tackled him to the floor in the classroom 😂

When I was in sixth grade, the boy who sat behind me teased me all year. If my long hair touched his desk, he would say it was gross and brush it to the side. If I dropped my pencil, he would step on it so that I couldn’t pick it up. This was when Reebok pumps were the style. One day my pencil fell and his foot came down but this time I was too quick. I grabbed the pencil first and then used it to jab several quick holes in his fancy Reebok air-filled sneakers.

When I was in 7th grade, a boy who sat next to me would reach across the aisle and use his pencil to mark in my margins when we were doing writing assignments. I suspect he felt inferior because I could write and he was stupid. One day, feeling sick of his shit, I watched him mark my margin and then pretended to keep writing, while waiting for him to do it again. When he did, quick as a fox, I grabbed his pencil out of his hand and threw it across the room.

Sure, Jan Was that a repressed memory? Oh, it was a dream, huh? Get a tissue, quit your mewling & move out smartly.

I remembered during secondary school there is this guy who annoyed me non stop and I grew mad at him and grabbed him and dug my nails into his arm scratching till it draw blood and giving him a few hard thumps. All while the female teacher watched calmly and saying he deserved it. Unfortunately he did not stop 😕 No help given at all. Even though I complained to the principal. The counsellor told me that he likes me that's why he annoys the fk out of me. Wtf no thanks.