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Childhood Injustices
This is not really my idea. Credit for this thread goes to Luke.
When I was young and the world still held promise for a man who wanted to live an honest life, my pappy reckoned we'd do best to move to the Kansas Territories. Pappy, Mam, Granny Duquesne, my brother Increase Jedediah, and I took an old Conestoga wagon from Terre Haute, IN all the way out to the trackless prairie. Along the way, Jed took to callin' my favorite goat hisn'. That riled me up something fierce, because that goat was the only thing in the world that I could honestly lay claim to as my very own, but Pap said that I should just hush up, because Jed was wicked retarded and didn't know no better.
Well, I bided my time until we had us our place. Then one day, there was an "accident" involving Jed and Pap's '48 Colt Dragoon Revolver. At least, that's what Pap and Mam told the sheriff's inquest. I'll never forget that injustice. I KILT that retarded little sumbitch, and I never got credit for it.
When I was young and the world still held promise for a man who wanted to live an honest life, my pappy reckoned we'd do best to move to the Kansas Territories. Pappy, Mam, Granny Duquesne, my brother Increase Jedediah, and I took an old Conestoga wagon from Terre Haute, IN all the way out to the trackless prairie. Along the way, Jed took to callin' my favorite goat hisn'. That riled me up something fierce, because that goat was the only thing in the world that I could honestly lay claim to as my very own, but Pap said that I should just hush up, because Jed was wicked retarded and didn't know no better.
Well, I bided my time until we had us our place. Then one day, there was an "accident" involving Jed and Pap's '48 Colt Dragoon Revolver. At least, that's what Pap and Mam told the sheriff's inquest. I'll never forget that injustice. I KILT that retarded little sumbitch, and I never got credit for it.
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Also tis' alright to get to First Base wit' your first cousin, round Second Base wit' your second cousin, and to wed your third cousin in the great state of Tennessee.
Anyone taking "justice" into their own hands is wrong. Sticking up for yourself is one thing. Going trench coat vigilante is another.
-sniffle-
I know, it's horrible. My childhood was so hard.
I feel your pain though. The vast majority of my Transformers toys were of the 1990 "Action Masters" line, which means they were actions figure Transformers that didn't transform. Great injustice, indeed!
The cycle seems to be similar for most kids.
1. Bullies bully nerd.
2. Teachers ignore it; nerd takes it.
3. Bullies escalate.
4. Teachers ignore it; nerd takes it.
5. Bullies step way over the line.
From here, there are a few common branches.
6a. Nerd has a miserable time with no help from anyone at the school, suffers basically illegal and unconscionable torment.
6b. Nerd asserts himself and fights back.
7b. Nerd is punished for doing so.
8b. Repeat.
6c. Nerd gives up on local child culture and retreats to the internet.
7c. Nerd eventually leaves town, enjoys college and rest of life.
Also, there clearly are other branches. I didn't say these were all of them, I said they were common ones. Your attempt at pedantry will get you nowhere.
Of course now they're all converting to full-day, so I'll be dating myself with this as I tell it on my rocking chair in the retirement home.
Speaking of bullies, I remember one time a fellow nerd and I put mustard in a bully's seat at lunchtime. We got in really big trouble, sent to the office, had to write letters, buy him new pants, etc. (Now that I think about it, the punishment might have been a little overboard, but whatever). It was TOTALLY worth it.
And then there was that kid in kindergarten who couldn't keep his hands to himself around girls. One day walking in line to lunch, he tried to touch me "in a bad place." I pushed him down really hard and made him cry. I got in really big trouble of course. But that night I told my mom why I did it, and soon that boy disappeared and we never saw him again. o_o
8c. Social isolation leads Nerd to coop with escapist fantasies.
8c. Nerd continues to live in parent's house and is never a productive member of society.
I feel your 7c. was a bit too optimistic. The internet is not a cure all. It's like water. Too much and you'll drown.
One time in kindergarten I was writing "google number" which is, as you know, a one with 100 zeros after it. A boy in my class told me there was no such thing as google and I said there was. The teacher made me apologize for telling lies.
Another time my 6 grade teacher was explaining inflation and he said that when inflation was 100%, your money was worth nothing. I asked how Brazil could have had more than 200% inflation and he basically told me to be quiet. Another time he marked me wrong because on his test where the hint was "deciduous" and I put "Elm." He said the answer was "pine."
And then there was the time I got in trouble bc a boy blew water on me (we were doing that water drops on a penny thing in science class) and I yelled out in surprise. I had to sit in the hall, and she made me cry.
Wow, so many fond memories.
T_T
. . . or is it just not the same?
And yes Geo, many.