As a little Catholic Schoolgirl, I was bullied by all the other little Catholic Schoolgirls. But I beat them at it, by being smart!
Whenever I was walking across class, I'd get tripped by one of them. I complained to the teacher, but as the gal didn't confess to it, she got away. So I developed a gait with a hard kick, just for when they stuck their leg out. When the teacher called me out for it, I gave the exact same excuse the tripper used. In front of her. Teacher had to let me go. razz
Then came the cooties. They declared I had the cooty touch. If they touched me, they had to touch someone else to get rid of it. Eventually it'd come back to me, and they'd be quiet. I would be glad for that, but my friend Shelly (not a Catholic, but Protestant) said that was just as bad, so I came up with a better way. Whenever someone declared I had cooties, I'd touch that girl. Her more imaginative friends would then jump back. exclaim They quickly bored of that game.
Don't know how I'd deal with bullies if I was a boy, though. Boy bullies don't use imaginary rules, but ignore societies rules instead. Can't really trick them, much.
 Spriteless Girl · Tue Feb 06, 2007 @ 02:02am · 0 Comments |
