I was in the 8th grade and I had been chosen to be the escort for our homecoming queen candidate, Connie. She was pretty and I was excited to be getting to do this. It was pretty cool to be chosen by my class to be in the court. The week of homecoming, I was in the boys bathroom at school, when Darryl and two of his buddies came in and surrounded me, backing me up against the wall. It turns out that Darryl was Connie’s boyfriend and he didn’t like it that I was the one escorting her in the homecoming court. He wanted to know if I had any intentions toward her and to make it clear who’s girlfriend she was. A wadded-up shirt collar, a fist held against my face and a profanity-laced warning were all it amounted to, but I was a bit nervous that it wasn’t going to stop at that. I didn’t back down or run away, and I think he saw that, and maybe the bully was a little intimidated to take it any further…who knows, maybe I’m just flattering myself. At any rate, I was a victim of bullying.
Why do I bring this issue up? It just seems that it’s been brought to my attention too much recently to ignore it. Let me share.