I have always been short. I reached 5'2" tall in the 7th grade and have not grown since. So you can only imagine how little I was in kindergarten. The one bully I truly remember was the older brother of a boy in my grade. The older brother's name was Jason and he was in the 5th grade. He thought it was funny to pick on me since I was so much smaller than everybody else. My best guess is that he would get in trouble for picking on his little brother, so I was the next best thing. It didn't last very long because the school bus driver put a stop to it, but it was terrifying walking to and from the bus stop with that horrible boy going to the same stop.
I suppose I got peace from it when my daughter was in kindergarten. The 5th grade bully, also a boy, was picking on her friend that was littler than her. She pushed the bully onto the ground and told him to leave her friend alone. Made me proud.
"Hey Jealousy" by The Gin Blossoms
Talked to her when we got home and let her know that racism is something not to be taken lightly. That I believe her that she didn't say anything to that boy on the bus, but that if other kids think that she did, that they might be mean to her at school.
Apparently, it started this morning on the bus. I called the principal because I wanted to make sure he was aware of the situation in case something happened at school tomorrow because of it.
The boy was eating on the bus and they're not supposed to. Of course, since my mom drives school buses, she wants to help the driver as much as possible and told the kid he's not supposed to eat on the bus. The kid said something rude back so M told the driver when she got off the bus. The driver asked who it was, and M, not knowing the kids name, said that it was that black boy. Apparently, the kid took offense to being called black.
The principal understands that it's simply a case of both of them not understanding why the other says/does whatever.
M honestly had no clue that racism is still an issue. She was shocked when I told her that there are people out in the world that don't like me because we're Asian.
So the principal is going to talk to both of them tomorrow at school to get this squashed and taken care of. I told M that if another child accuses her of being racist, then the simplest way to explain it to them is, "I'm not racist. I don't care what color your skin is. If you're nice to me, I'll be your friend. If you're mean to me, I won't be."
I am a positive and happy person most of the time.
A lot of my friends are still in the angsty teenager stage.
About 10 people at my house drinking. Friend visiting from out of town. A bunch of conversations going on and I'm not a part of any of them. And oddly I'm okay with this. I'd much rather be in bed I think. Snuggling with my kitties and my fiancee sounds like a lot more fun. And watch Harry Potter #6.
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