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Nerds, Geeks, Bullies

This forum has a poll entitled “Are you nice to the so called geeks/nerds?”

A lot of the replies sound like the following:

QUOTE(bad_girl @ Jan 8 2005, 12:37 AM)

respect them (nerds/geeks) but dont stand up for them. becos if i do.. i’ll be the joke for the rest of the year. but everybody deserves our respect!!

The thread itself, and the incensed me to no end

This was my reply:

Shit, all these bitches in here that are in high school / middle school and all that bullshit.

I WAS that nerd. I WAS that geek that got picked on. Got teased. Got gum put in my hair. Nice to know how all you fuckers who think you’re ‘cool’ talk about the ‘nerds’ as another freakin RACE or some shit like that.

Nice to know that you don’t stand up for them when bullshit happens to them in class just because you’re afraid of being a joke.

People who don’t take action for others are just as bad as the people who are doing the fucked up things. Sometimes worse, because you know better and you’re not taking the initiative to be a better fucking person.

You know what, fuckers? That NERD probably goes home every day and thinks about killing himself/herself because they’re fucking all alone in their fucking misery.

IM OUT BIATCH!

Now that I’m a little calmer…

I feel like I can really get down to the point and rant to this in a more rational manner.

This thread really pissed me off for the following reasons:

It talks about ‘NERDS/GEEKS’ as an label

I didn’t like the way that they used ‘nerds’ as something that encompasses a group of people though they don’t point out exactly what ‘nerds’ means. ‘Nerd’ can be construed in many different ways to many different people.. The way this post/poll makes it sound is that a ‘nerd’ is an entity similar to race — a group that these ‘geeks/nerds’ are a part of regardless of whether they want to or not.

I wonder how they would react if I made a post “Are you nice to the so called ‘white people’?”

It doesn’t make it any better that everyone [except a select few] continue on talking about ‘geeks/nerds’ in the same manner.

It didn’t have a choice for ‘I am a nerd’

So apparently, geeks/nerds are not allowed to vote? I see, only the ‘cool’ people are allowed to post in this thread.

It showed me a side of human nature that I haven’t seen since I left middle school

aka my own experiences with bullies

I think the thing that bothered me the most about this post was that it took me right back to middle school. To my busstop in John D Morgan Park.

Every morning in 8th grade, the bus would come and pick us up and take us to the temporary school we had been ported to because of our own school’s rennovations. Every morning I woke up, walked 2 blocks, over an overpass, turned right and walked another half block to the busstop.

Every morning I arrived, looked for my friend Cheyanne, and tried to start talking to her as soon as I could.

Every morning I feared the arrival of two people. I still remember their names like it was yesterday, even though I haven’t seen them in close to ten years. George A**. Damien G********.

George was also in 8th grade. He was a stocky/buff bodytype guy who wore baggy jeans and plaid button down shirts. He had slicked back hair, and a head similar to the shape of Homer Simpson. He was one of the ‘cool people’ of 8th grade.

Every morning George would poke fun at me, push me, and say things to me until I cried [or at least he tried to]. I know this sounds like the type of things that happens when a boy likes a girl, but trust me, this was just pure maliciousness. Every morning I would stand there and not reply to anything, tears heating up the back of my eyes, my jaw clenched, wanting to say something, ANYTHING. It was never of my nature to have quick and witty comebacks. Especially when I am incapacitated by anger, embarassment, and negative feelings.

The other person, Damien, was even worse. He was a scrawny, tiny little 5th grader who probably got picked on by everybody in his class. He had glasses at least half an inch thick and three inches in diameter. Probably seeing how I just took the abuse from George, Damien took it on himself to fuck with me as much as he could. I was pushed around, had gum put in my hair, and cussed at by this kid.

I never did anything. Already depressed and having thoughts of suicide every night, trying to deal with my parents getting divorced, getting over bronchitis, feeling like an outcast, and being made a prisoner in my own home, I couldn’t bring up the strength or courage to retaliate back.

So, by the time we were on the bus and almost to school, I was either crying or on the verge of tears.

In the end, I have to say, I probably didn’t get picked on every day like I remember… The scars are deep, though, and I remember my feelings so poignantly that just telling it here makes me want to cry.

So, if you’re reading this, and you are George A** or Damien G********, I have one thing to say to you:

FUCK YOU, BITCHES!

Love,
Kim
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