One fat kid took a bit of a dislike to me for about a week, but he was put in his place by the big lad in our class after a football match.

On my Dad's advice I thumped the first person who tried to bully me mere weeks into Year 7. Sure enough he beat the shit out of me but it became known I was too much effort

but I still got bullied by the fat bitches

Now I arse-lick everyone so they'll like me and put myself up as the fool to stop people feeling threatened by my greatness

That sounds horrible but I think in general (maybe not in your case if you were being told to kill yourself every day) people over-use the word "bullying".

Or at least don't draw a distinction between people getting the piss taking out of them a bit and people being mentally or physically tormented to the brink of suicide.

Certainly I had people in school who weren't too keen on me, threatened me on a semi-regular basis and made my life unpleasant but I wouldn't wanna compare my experience to someone who experienced the very worst incidences of bullying.

In the end I sorted my problem out by ignoring all practical advice on the subject. One of the "bullies" threatened me in a PE lesson and said he'd beat me up one day after school so I tracked him down in the boys changing room where there were only 3 or 4 witnesses. I challenged him to a fight there and then and he bottled it (as I imagined he would).

That sorted that one out.

no. The odd snide comment here and there but that was fine because I was able to get through life without having to be a stupid thick cunt unlike them.

but mostly because I had long blonde hair at the time and looked like Taylor Hanson. Frankly I think I got off likely to just be verbally abused every now and.

a long story but when i was 14, some girl got suspended from school for smoking in the bathroom and said that it was because i told my art teacher about it. (obviously i DIDN'T). so the girl made my life hell. she was a year above me and very popular and kept getting her friends to walk past my locker in the morning and whisper/giggle/point. one day, one of her friends invited me to hang out and i [stupidly] thought it was a peace offering so i went only to find out it was a trap. they lured me to some railroad tracks to beat me up. but they didn't go through with it so i went home. after that, i stopped eating and didn't talk to anyone. a few years later, i married a guy that i didn't know very well and he bullied me to extremes. wtf. but i've been through a lot since then so i have since adopted the 'fuck you' approach towards most stupid people. it helps.

for having an English accent when i moved to Scotland. I also got bullied for being a bit porky during puberty. The latter is funny, because the guy who did it is now a fat fuck with acne at a 95% girls dance school and i have a 30" waist and clear skin. Psyche!!

In fact, Nathan once said if I got a decent haircut, I'd be alright!

"chinky", people making squinty eyes and stuff. Also a bit for being pretty shy and quiet.
I think it mostly stopped when I went to uni and somehow became awesome.

i was told very frequently that i am ugly and a boffin and probably a male and if not a male then definitely a lesbian because i look at girls all the time (i don't remember looking at girls all the time..)
in my second secondary school i used to get beaten up outside of the school gates for not wearing tracksuit bottoms and having a middle class accent therefore that must mean i think i am superior to everyone. for the latter half of year ten i spent every lunchbreak in the medical room just so i could avoid seeing people. the teachers loved me because i was intelligent and willing to learn but by the time i reached year 11 i had been sent death threats (one girl got her crackhead auntie to call up my mum while i was on my way home from school every day and tell her she was going to kill her and that she knew where she lived, then would read out her address to her) anyway yeah by the time i got to year 11 i was so miserable because no-one wanted to be my friend and everyone hated me that i just gave up with school and never went in any more.

a medal to anyone who read that.

The fat and the ginger got it much worse.

It has given me problems relating to food and insecurity for what will probably be the rest of my life.

girls used to propose to me because they knew it made me feel awkward, i used to have tennis balls hit at me and footballs aimed at the back of my head with incredible frequency (and accuracy). eventually i gave up and started boozing and at abou tthe same started going to clubs and playing music. from there on everyone suddenly wanted to be my friend. weird.

for the first three years of secondary school i was relatively happy, had the usual girlie friendshoup group dramas etc but was also popular with most groups, i was always chatty and friendly.

then in year ten two girls started hanging out with my small group of close girl friends, i think the evil one may have been threatened by me at first as i was the one that was closest to people individually in the group. anyway so started two years of absolute hell. i ended up sharing alot of my classes with this girl while the rest of the group were in different classes. this meant she could torment me and when i tried to convince my 'friends' that what was happening was really bullying she would just pas it off as us just 'not geting along' and me being as bad her. but really everyday she was telling me what a piece of shit i was, how wieird i was and horrible, she'd say nasty things about a friend i had from my primary school who she'd never met as she knew i would always stick up for my friends then she'd use to further tease me.

it was awful, i lost all my motivation, strength etc.
i hated life and i hated myself.
before she came into my life i was a bright, happy, above average student, she left me a complete state.

anyway, i went to the college i lived nearer, where only 4 other people from my school went, also went to counselling for over a year.
i made lots of friends, i got more into music, i lost weight, i started to really like myself.

i think the way its changed me is that when i feel rock bottom now, i remember how i felt then, and that i got through it and how much i love life when im happy, and i fight for myself. and i've always ben a sensitive type, but its made me much much more eager to try and make other people feel good about themself, and not to hurt other peopoles feelings. also forging real friendsships and stwerring clear of drama.
i meant to write a short paragraph, i fear i've written an essay. sorry.

everyone took the piss out of my Pompey accent when I moved up here after the way I pronounced the phrase "Ian Wright's a good striker." Odd!

I was the freak of my year....

Can't be arsed to go into this again so read my post about lockers to find out how to deal with the bullies:

http://www.drownedinsound.com/articles/3065495

a couple of times in primary school some people from the years above took the piss out of my above-average sized lips, but i could always give as well as i took (your mum doesn't complain about them, etc. etc.)

i don't think i know anyone who got bullied to be honest...my secondary school seemed quite nice.

Because I tried and had a modicum on intelligence and 70% of the people in my school were thick as shit.

But then we played rugby in PE. It was the first time I played the game it what has turned into a life long affair. First of all with ball in hand I bounced one of the hard kids (as in he tried to tackle me and he bounced off) and then in defence I absolutely smashed one of the hardest kids in the year with one of the best tackles I've ever made.

After that I started playing rugby for a club, and would come in every Monday with black eyes, stud marks down my face, split ears. Whilst I was still a "boffin" and there was a quiet contempt for me, people were afraid to actually do anything about in case I actually turned out to be hard as fuck.

This also coincided with me getting the birthday beats of a lifetime. I think at one point someone was whipping me with a piece of plastic. I just kept thinking, just stand up, just take it, don't flinch. I never backed down, and let everyone take their shots. Coupled with the rugby, the hard kids were henceforth slightly unnerved by me.

I was called names and stuff, but everyone gets that. I suppose being mates with the toughest kid in my year helped a lot as no-one messed with him or any of his friends.

I was a bit soft, mainly hung around with girls, a skill that i dramatically lost once i hit puberty. I changed schools when i was about ten, and a couple of people seemed to have a bit of a problem with me. The first time it happend my teacher at the time, who was proper old school, basically locked the pair of us in an empty classroom and let us beat hell out of eachother. I can't imagine anything like that happening now, but even then, in the early 90s, i remember some teachers being quite heavy-handed. The second time a guy just tried taking my dinner money off me a few times, so i wagged school for a week and when i got back he'd move onto someone else. I'd say i've probably seen more people get bullied whilst working than i ever did at school.

I was the weakest member of my social group. It stopped by about yr 11. Was only really bad for about a year or so.

Doesn't sound as bad as you though. Your teacher sounds like a twat.

some boys threw me cos I was tincy and passed out a lot.

Now people are scared of me ever since the almost-fight at Art Brut.

with my group of friends
not really invited to places, laughed at etc
It was really just cos I was into music (a thirteen year old being into radiohead as much as i was was considered MUSO-RIFFIC) and just generally interested and interesting.

This was only in the first few years. I naturally realised i was better than all those dullards, screeching harpies and superficial meatheads, and am now like totally cool because of it. Fact is, the world is full of crashing bores. I was looking through their myspace pages the other day and the vast majority of them are exactly the same as when I left them 3 years ago.

I'm so glad I moved to the city.

For about 5 years. In primary school due to me having curly hair (alas no straightners in those days) which is just plain weird on reflection but left me with terrible self-image problems. It then happened a bit in secondary school for being a bit reclusive so then people thought they'd make up my sexuality for me and spread it about school. Huh.