It’s something pulmonary. Oh dear those tend to be the hardest to treat.
Huh… It’s as if I had already read that line from somewhere…
“I wish I could go to school and be with other kids.”
No you don’t. Other kids (especially kids in school) are like wolves that will rip your pretty, weak, diseased little throat out at the first sign of weakness. (Or, if you’re *lucky*, they’ll merely ostracize and/or cyber-bully you until you commit suicide…)
Or… they could be like normal people and treat you as the healthy (as you’re presuming) and otherwise winsome person you are, with only the relatively rare psychopaths (or perhaps needlessly cynical readers) in the chrysalis to worry about.
And I speak as someone who faced some little share of said bullying thanks to my own sensitivity… and as a substitute teacher who knows that you usually can’t paint an entire school with reynard61′s brush and if you can come close, you shouldn’t be there anyway.
I’d say that it depends on what friends you make.
John Wheeler (Johanan Rakkav): “Or… they could be like normal people(…)”
There didn’t seem to be many “normal” people at the first High School that I went to. (I actually attended two. The second one was slightly better, but that’s because I had less interaction with it’s denizens on any given day because I was in special education classes.) My first HS was in a super-Fundamentalist Christian area and the students there were heavily into Christianity and “conformity” to same. Not having been raised in that particular milieu, I was the target for a lot of anti-Atheist hate. (Even though I never expressed any particular dislike for Christianity.) It didn’t help that the place was a hive of scum, villainy and hypocrisy — It wasn’t unusual for a student to quote a “God Loves You and Wants to Save You”-type Bible verse one moment, and then call me an “ignorant, retarded little s**t” the next. Needless to say, I learned quite a bit about ravening wolves in Christian sheep’s clothing there.
“And I speak as someone who faced some little share of said bullying thanks to my own sensitivity… and as a substitute teacher who knows that you usually can’t paint an entire school with reynard61′s brush and if you can come close, you shouldn’t be there anyway.”
Well, it’s not exactly like I had much choice. The law in the State that I lived in at the time said that I would not be able to quit HS until I was 17 (I was only 16) or I could be declared a delinquent minor (for truancy) and be sent to a reform school. Rock. Hard place. See my problem?
Velgar: “I’d say that it depends on what friends you make.”
That kind of assumes that anyone *wants* to make friends. I tried a couple of times, but one student simply wasn’t interested (even though we were both scale model builders) and the other was somewhat sympathetic to my plight but finally decided that it was safer to conform.
6 Comments
It’s something pulmonary. Oh dear those tend to be the hardest to treat.
Huh… It’s as if I had already read that line from somewhere…
“I wish I could go to school and be with other kids.”
No you don’t. Other kids (especially kids in school) are like wolves that will rip your pretty, weak, diseased little throat out at the first sign of weakness. (Or, if you’re *lucky*, they’ll merely ostracize and/or cyber-bully you until you commit suicide…)
Or… they could be like normal people and treat you as the healthy (as you’re presuming) and otherwise winsome person you are, with only the relatively rare psychopaths (or perhaps needlessly cynical readers) in the chrysalis to worry about.
And I speak as someone who faced some little share of said bullying thanks to my own sensitivity… and as a substitute teacher who knows that you usually can’t paint an entire school with reynard61′s brush and if you can come close, you shouldn’t be there anyway.
I’d say that it depends on what friends you make.
John Wheeler (Johanan Rakkav): “Or… they could be like normal people(…)”
There didn’t seem to be many “normal” people at the first High School that I went to. (I actually attended two. The second one was slightly better, but that’s because I had less interaction with it’s denizens on any given day because I was in special education classes.) My first HS was in a super-Fundamentalist Christian area and the students there were heavily into Christianity and “conformity” to same. Not having been raised in that particular milieu, I was the target for a lot of anti-Atheist hate. (Even though I never expressed any particular dislike for Christianity.) It didn’t help that the place was a hive of scum, villainy and hypocrisy — It wasn’t unusual for a student to quote a “God Loves You and Wants to Save You”-type Bible verse one moment, and then call me an “ignorant, retarded little s**t” the next. Needless to say, I learned quite a bit about ravening wolves in Christian sheep’s clothing there.
“And I speak as someone who faced some little share of said bullying thanks to my own sensitivity… and as a substitute teacher who knows that you usually can’t paint an entire school with reynard61′s brush and if you can come close, you shouldn’t be there anyway.”
Well, it’s not exactly like I had much choice. The law in the State that I lived in at the time said that I would not be able to quit HS until I was 17 (I was only 16) or I could be declared a delinquent minor (for truancy) and be sent to a reform school. Rock. Hard place. See my problem?
Velgar: “I’d say that it depends on what friends you make.”
That kind of assumes that anyone *wants* to make friends. I tried a couple of times, but one student simply wasn’t interested (even though we were both scale model builders) and the other was somewhat sympathetic to my plight but finally decided that it was safer to conform.