Sometimes, school is crueler than society because it is a group of destructive but intolerant teenagers.
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You can regard it as an autobiography, a memoir, a novel, or whatever, but please don't ask me if it really happened, as that would make me feel extremely embarrassed.
When I was in junior high school, I was the most bullied boy in the whole class.
When I answered questions in class, the moment I sat down, my stool would be pulled away by the students behind me, and I would sit on the ground. My classmates would laugh and even the teacher would couldn't help laughing. Sometimes the stool was not pulled away, and I would sit down with relief, but would jump up again in panic, with several sharp thumbtacks stuck in my butt, followed by another round of laughter.
During the evening self-study class, the students were all chatting, but the discipline committee member quietly walked up behind me, hit me hard on the head with a rolled-up textbook, and cursed: "Stupid X, stop making trouble, okay?!" Amid the laughter, I just wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into. After class, I mustered up the courage to pick up a stool and hit the discipline committee member, but was beaten by all the boys in the class.
They never let me touch the football that I bought with class funds. During physical education class, I ran to the playground excitedly, but a fat boy told me, "How about this? If one classmate agrees, we will take you to play, how about that?" I looked at the classmates behind him, and they all had cold and mocking faces. I walked away alone in sadness. Later, the football broke, and the class monitor found me and said, "Classmates say you play football the hardest, so you have to pay the price."
There were countless things like this. During the three years in junior high school, I felt like I was living in hell.
Now when I think back, there must be something hateful about pitiful people, and I certainly did a lot of wrong things myself. The more they bullied me, the more I wanted to fit in with them. I was trembling with fear, treading on thin ice, and smiling as I interacted with everyone, but in return I got more ridicule, bullying, cold eyes, and exclusion from them... Every class has a person who is the most bullied, and unfortunately, I played this role.
The source of all this was my deskmate, a fat rich second-generation guy. Yes, the guy who took the lead in stopping me from playing football on the playground. It was my fault, I didn't understand the ways of the world, I was brainwashed by education, and I did whatever the teacher said.
I was a good student, but my deskmate was a terrible student. He always wanted to copy my answers during mock tests. Now that I think about it, if he wanted to copy, I would let him copy, and it wouldn't be a big deal. But I was stupid at the time and thought it was against school rules, so I blocked him with my arm. So it was a tragedy. His family was very rich, and his parents were officials. He was also very popular in the class, and his classmates followed his lead. He was the first to take the lead and led everyone to exclude me. Over time, it became the current situation.
It was useless to tell the teacher. She would ask me back: "Why do people bully you and not others? Look for the problem in yourself."
When I was in junior high school, I experienced the fickleness of human nature. I walked to school alone, walked home alone, sat alone in the corner during physical education class, and no one was in the same group with me during activities. The girl I liked could only watch from afar because she would not even approach me half a step.
At that time, I even thought about committing suicide.
The campus is cruel, even crueler than society. This is a group of destructive but intolerant teenagers. They do everything impulsively without considering the consequences. The ruthless, violent and dark person I am now is closely related to my experience at that time.
Day after day, what I hope most is to graduate early and get into high school. Our hometown is a small town, with only elementary and junior high schools. If you want to go to high school, you have to go to the city. I think that after going to high school in the city, my classmates will all come from surrounding counties and towns, and I can get rid of the current painful situation.
I studied hard and tried not to get involved with anyone around me. I swallowed all their jokes, teasing, and bullying. My grades got better and better, and I was finally admitted to the city's top key high school, Chengnan High School, with the fifth place in the school during the high school entrance examination.
There were some setbacks when I was getting the admission letter. The school called me and told me to go to the teaching office to get it. I went there but couldn't find it. Even the teacher was surprised: "Where did it go when it was here just now?" After thinking carefully, he said: "Oh, a few classmates in your class also came to get their letters just now. Did they take them for you? Ask them."
I felt cold all over when I heard that. My classmates would never be so kind as to help me get the notice. If they really took it, it would only prove that they wanted to burn or tear it up. I pushed the door open like crazy and ran back to look for their traces.
Our town is not very big, and I soon found their traces in the small square. There were about four or five people, and one of them was my deskmate, the fat second-generation official. In his hand, he was fiddling with an envelope, and the words "Chengnan High School" could be vaguely seen. I rushed over and yelled, "Zou Yang, give me back my admission letter!" He rushed over and tried to snatch my admission letter.
Zou Yang dodged, and the fat man was quite agile. He immediately raised the notice high and said with a smile: "Come and grab it. It's your ability if you can grab it!"
Zou Yang was not only fat but also tall. He was also a good basketball player in our class. I was thin and short, so I couldn't grab the things in his hands. I was just jumping around like a clown, which made others laugh. "Zou Yang, please, give it back to me." I was about to cry. That notice was my only hope to escape from hell!
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