Saturday, June 18th, 2011 • 2 Comments on Bully, Bully
My column this week on Oh Get a Grip! is about bullies…
I have been knocked unconscious once in my life. It was a one-punch knockout, too. I guess I have a glass jaw. Of course, I was in the fourth grade at the time, so maybe I could take a punch now. I’m not keen on finding out.
My tale begins with an older, bigger boy. He was in fifth grade, but he had failed at least one grade, maybe two, so he towered over me and outweighed me by a lot. Our altercation actually had nothing to do with me. I was a pretty quiet kid—kept my head down, nose in a book, did well in school, had a few close friends—no one really noticed me. Not even the playground bully.
So what provoked my knockout? Ahh… well, you see, I’m very loyal to my friends. Like, mama bear loyal. On that particular day, the mild-mannered fourth grader in me turned into a defender of the helpless, which happened to be my best friend. The bully crossed paths with my friend and knocked her lunch money out of her hand. She began to cry and I came charging. Of course, I failed to acknowledge I wasn’t any better equipped to deal with the situation than she was, but that didn’t stop me. With Denise crying, I went toe-to-toe and nose-to-chest with her bully. The conversation went something like this:
Me: That was mean! Pick up her money.
Bully: No! It’s mine.
Me, picking up Denise’s lunch money: Oh no, it’s not!
Bully: Give it to me or you’ll be sorry!
Me: You’re nothing but a bully. I’m not afraid of you.
The next thing I remember, I was opening my eyes and staring at the blue sky. My first (and last) boxing match lasted one round and I never even got in one punch.
I just want to say what a pleasure it is to be a part of the OGG blog. It is truly inspiring me to take new directions in my writing and explore things I might not have otherwise.