The School Bully
Cultures change, people change but the school bully ever remains present in the school playground. The second they realise the teachers have turned their backs on proceedings is the moment they strike. I hate them.
The one at my school, 12 year old Segundo, stereotypically is bigger than the rest, stronger than the rest and to think of a better word ‘uglier’ than the rest.
He wears very baggy jeans, an orange ‘puffer’ jacket comparable to a life jacket and a matching colour baseball cap which he wears backwards. His eyes, which are always slightly squinted as if looking into the sun, are dark brown which often hold stares on people. This is matched by an equally intimidating goofy look with his top row teeth, which he places just behind his bottom lip so as to show his front row even further.
If someone makes a mistake in class, the line of teeth stretches as far as his canines so as to make them feel stupid. It is a hideous sight.
The parts of his black hair that you see, are scraggy and with no origin.
On one such incident a 10 year girl, Tanya, was tripped up by Segundo running a full pelt. The action was unprovoked and seemed such a simple thing to do. He just dangled his foot out in the pathway of the girl, whose vision was focused on her destination as supposed to just in front.
Twisting in midair flight Tanya fell crashed the side of her knee cap on the concrete floor. In absolute agony the 10 year old tried to walk away, but fell straight to the floor again screaming for her father to return. Segundo by this point had run off.
Similar to other controversies I was, at last in my life, able to do something about this. Finding the culprit, I picked him up by his legs and carried him back to the girl he had decided to toil with. I then dumped him on the dusty ground and put my size 12 shoe on his chest which practically covered his entire chest. Looking at him directly in the eye, which had by now lost there intimidating stare and said ‘What do you say?
By now the playground had twigged what was happening and gathered around in a circle. I was happy, however, that the children could publicly watch justice being undertaken. Why this never happens in England I’m not sure. Englishmen seem always too keen to look at the ‘other side’ when so often it is simply black and white.
The following scenes were dramatic as they come. Taking little Tanya wincing her eyes back to her house, her grandmother was the only relative at home. Asking me then to return with her to the school was strange in itself, but when she picked up a 4 foot sick, I began to worry I may have caused a storm.
School stopped for 20 minutes as Segundo was taken aside by both school teachers and the grandmother. The children gathered around and pressed their noses on the glass of the classroom. Segundo was humbled. His lips were now puckered not quite knowing how to react. This, I’m guessing was the first time he had had a school shut down just so he could get the discipline he so richly needed.
It was vindication for Tanya, but also for me, because that was the day the school bully met Tommy N.
The one at my school, 12 year old Segundo, stereotypically is bigger than the rest, stronger than the rest and to think of a better word ‘uglier’ than the rest.
He wears very baggy jeans, an orange ‘puffer’ jacket comparable to a life jacket and a matching colour baseball cap which he wears backwards. His eyes, which are always slightly squinted as if looking into the sun, are dark brown which often hold stares on people. This is matched by an equally intimidating goofy look with his top row teeth, which he places just behind his bottom lip so as to show his front row even further.
If someone makes a mistake in class, the line of teeth stretches as far as his canines so as to make them feel stupid. It is a hideous sight.
The parts of his black hair that you see, are scraggy and with no origin.
On one such incident a 10 year girl, Tanya, was tripped up by Segundo running a full pelt. The action was unprovoked and seemed such a simple thing to do. He just dangled his foot out in the pathway of the girl, whose vision was focused on her destination as supposed to just in front.
Twisting in midair flight Tanya fell crashed the side of her knee cap on the concrete floor. In absolute agony the 10 year old tried to walk away, but fell straight to the floor again screaming for her father to return. Segundo by this point had run off.
Similar to other controversies I was, at last in my life, able to do something about this. Finding the culprit, I picked him up by his legs and carried him back to the girl he had decided to toil with. I then dumped him on the dusty ground and put my size 12 shoe on his chest which practically covered his entire chest. Looking at him directly in the eye, which had by now lost there intimidating stare and said ‘What do you say?
By now the playground had twigged what was happening and gathered around in a circle. I was happy, however, that the children could publicly watch justice being undertaken. Why this never happens in England I’m not sure. Englishmen seem always too keen to look at the ‘other side’ when so often it is simply black and white.
The following scenes were dramatic as they come. Taking little Tanya wincing her eyes back to her house, her grandmother was the only relative at home. Asking me then to return with her to the school was strange in itself, but when she picked up a 4 foot sick, I began to worry I may have caused a storm.
School stopped for 20 minutes as Segundo was taken aside by both school teachers and the grandmother. The children gathered around and pressed their noses on the glass of the classroom. Segundo was humbled. His lips were now puckered not quite knowing how to react. This, I’m guessing was the first time he had had a school shut down just so he could get the discipline he so richly needed.
It was vindication for Tanya, but also for me, because that was the day the school bully met Tommy N.
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