If I was around for the 'Bullies' QOTW I would have posted this then.
But I wasn't. And part of it is PE Lesson related, so I'm posting it now.

I HATED senior school. I'm a lot more confident in myself now, but back when I was 11 and started at senior school, I was shy. And not just shy, but painfully, cripplingly shy. I didn't go out of my way to speak to people and got embarrassed and stuttery when they spoke to me. Mainly, when I could I kept myself to myself and I had a small group of friends that I'd been friends with since junior school, but they were in different tutor groups to me, so a lot of our lessons were apart.

The "popular" girls in my tutor group took my lack of speaking as me being "up myself". And the fact that I'd get nervous and stutter when they spoke to me as "me thinking I was too good to talk to them" and spread this around the school. Which lead to a lot of people chosing NOT to speak to me and the rest of them and there friends telling me I was a bitch and to go back to where I came from.

That first year of school I one friend in PE lessons. We stuck together when we had to pair up and I dealt with it. Then we started doing Netball. Which obviously involved picking teams. It was good when Fi (for that is her name) got picked to be a captain, because she was quite good at netball, but when she wasn't, I was left til last and more than often seperated from her.

I went to PE one day, changed, got called a pathetic bitch in the changing rooms and went out to the fields with Fi. Our teacher picked four people to be captains (we'd have two games going on at the same time) and one of them was Steph. Steph was sort of like that girl who EVERYONE (not me) wanted to be at school. She was sort of the leader of the girls in my year. The first person she picked to be on her team was me.

That day Netball turned from being Netball to being a game of "lets try and smack Melody in the face with the ball while the teacher isn't looking!". I'd spent months being ridiculed by these girls for no good reason, other than I hardly knew them and was uncomfortable around them. When they'd spoken to me I'd always made the effort to try and talk to them through my nervousness and they'd all just taken against me. I'd had enough. When they actually managed to hit me with the fucking ball, I ripped off my stupid little netball vest thing and stormed off, closely followed by Fi. I wasn't playing that game anymore.

The first thing that Steph did was go and tell the teacher that I was "ruining the game" and "not making an effort". I didn't see her go off, I was too busy trying not to cry, shaking, being comforted by Fi and trying to calm down. No, the thing that alerted me to was the sound of my teacher shrieking at me; "MELODY, HOW DARE YOU SIT DOWN IN MY LESSON?"

I nearly pissed myself I jumped so high.

Instead what I did, much to my embarrassment, was promptly burst into tears.

"OH STOP BEING PATHETIC, WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SIT DOWN IN ONE OF MY LESSONS?! HOW DARE YOU. GET UP, GET UP RIGHT NOW." EVERYBODY was staring at me and I staggered to my feet and still crying, explained to her what was going on and why I'd stormed off, the whole time Steph and her friends were grinning at me. And the response I got from my teacher, after telling her I was being taunted?

"I DON'T CARE. THEY WOULDN'T HAVE TO THROW THE BALL AT YOU IF YOU WERE MAKING AN EFFORT, WOULD THEY? NOW GET IN AND GET CHANGED AND I WANT YOU BACK HERE AFTER REGISTRATION FOR DETENTION."

I'd never had a detention before and she spent the entire hour she was sat in with me GLARING at me. It was horrible and I swear I still think it was one of the longest hours I've ever had to sit through. My Mum phoned the school and demanded to speak to her the next day.

I wish I could say that Mum speaking to her sorted the whole thing out. It didn't. It just caused that bitchy teacher to glare at me and make snide comments about my Mum phoning her. She did leave the following year though. And Steph and her friends? They ended up getting warned off me. It still didn't stop them. I was still getting pushed around and bitched at by them when I left school. I'd learnt to tell them to fuck off by then. It just spurred them on.

I saw one of them the other day, outside the doctor's surgery. She acted like she was all pleased to see me and tried to talk to me. I decided to actually be the snob she'd thought I was and stuck my nose in the air and walked straight past her and her two little fuck trophy's.

EDIT: Oh dear, insert length joke here! Sorry about that.
(Melody was not PMSing on, Sun 22 Nov 2009, 20:14, 10 replies)

there
was a similar thing going on when i was at school and noticed that because the girls were good at sports the PE teachers tended to side with them over anyone else.

i hate the whole acting like they're your best buddy when they see you now. usually i tell them they've confused me with someone else and make them feel a bit stupid.
(stitched, Sun 22 Nov 2009, 20:26, closed)

Yep thats exactly
What it was life. They always sided with the sporty girls. That teacher treated loads of people like dirt because they weren't sporty.
(Melody was not PMSing on, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 12:15, closed)

Jesus...
At least you had the last laugh, that's gotta feel good. There's never any way the sort of behaviour you had to endure should be tollerated. Bullies are usually if not always very sad individuals with something missing from their lives. Click.
( SpankyHanky, Sun 22 Nov 2009, 23:20, closed)

Thanks for click
Yeah it felt really good. My school was really awful with bullying. Those girl s got away with a lot more than they should have.
(Melody was not PMSing on, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 12:18, closed)

BING-BONG!
Attention please... can we get a mop-and-bucket to isle 3 please... possible lies in progress...

repeat lies on isle 3.

thank you
(likeajackhammer, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 11:20, closed)

Wtf?
Whatever.
(Melody was not PMSing on, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 12:14, closed)

"aisle"

( Michael Ellis contributes nothing, Mon 23 Nov 2009, 12:59, closed)

*firm handshake*
good spot
(likeajackhammer, Tue 24 Nov 2009, 10:59, closed)

Your profile says you're 19, so I assume most of this is still fresh
Have some fluffle-age and hugg-age. The bad memories tend to get hazy once you get through uni and/or do a few years of work, promise!

Seriously, I was terrible at PE and my only real memories were the odd positive moments – I remember actually having the balls to ask "I got an effort grade 3, how do I fix that? I thought I was trying" and pretty much being told it was the lack of confidence in the ability I had that did it, and well, simply the act of asking seemed to lift my grade a bit. I'm quite proud of the "E1" grade I got at 16.

Most likely, the one you pulled your nose up at didn't really notice a huge amount though - take it as an internal pleasure for now...
(mmmm curry doesn't really understand this sig lark, Wed 25 Nov 2009, 9:43, closed)

Another victim of teenagers being terrible at interpreting character
Have a click and a hug.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Thu 26 Nov 2009, 0:59, closed)