andyt andyt:
Sounds like a tough time. Your school sounds pretty savage. Didn't you have any allies at all?
I'd done a chunk of my growing up on Cape Cod and I fit in just fine there. In summer 1978 my family moved to Sacramento and I started high school and it was like throwing a lamb to the wolves. My accent, clothing, habits, and mannerisms were all attenuated to the East Coast and that did not fit in to the long-haired, jeans wearing, disco loving, pot smoking crowd at my high school.
I made a few friends - two of which are still close after more than 30 years - but mostly I tried to avoid the trouble that kept coming after me. I had red hair, wore glasses, was literate with good grades, and I was polite. None of which were acceptable to the majority of my classmates.
Add to this I had an authoritarian old-school father who blamed me for anything that happened at school and I was between a rock and a hard place.
What did it for me was summer of 1980 my father went on one of his rampages and came after me for some trivial offense and I laid him out cold with one punch.
Having conquered the worst monster in my life it was easy to start dealing with the others.
As I said, my warpath lasted only about two months. After that the morons knew to leave me alone and my grades went up. They went after other victims and when I would find out about it I then started defending those people, too.
It'd be nice if I did so for purely altruistic reasons, but the fact of the matter is that at that point I was just spoiling for a fight. Oddly, when
you want to have a fight with a bully you just can't get them to cooperate.
Inadvertently I made school tolerable for some people and that was a good thing.