My family moved around every four to five years, so I spent the majority of my life being “The New Kid,” which if you’ve moved around a lot, puts you about one rung lower on the totem poll than the “nerds, dorks and losers” as far as ridicule goes. I was raised to be non-violent, so I put up with all the teasing and jarring. Bussrides home were a fucking pain in the ass, but like a few others have said, it helped sharpen my witt and never turned too violent. Until one time in the third grade when I ended up taking the bus a good mile away and walking home in order to avoid the horde waiting for me outside. When my parents finally found me halfway home, they called the parents of the kids, and that stopped it.
For a while.
At that age, the only thing to do was wait it out. It was annoying, but I sat with my friends, we bannded together, and that helped ease some of the ridicule. Finally, about three to four years later, I was now amongst the “popular” kids in school, and then moved away and had to start all over.
In New Orleans, I remember this one group of kids that liked to call themselves “The Krusty Gang”. For them, the best sport was to chase me and my friends around the playground and kick us in the legs to make us fall over. I’m proud to say, they never once got me down. The teachers saw all this, they’d tell them to stop, and as soon as they walked away, it started again. Complaining about it did no good. Again, being passive, I put up with it. I fought back with kidness, ignored them, and made sure I was faster and better balanced then them.
What got me respect from this crowd was one day asking my mom “If someone hits me, is it alright for me to hit them back?” She said yes, and the next day when Jerrad Brubacker, the coach’s son, hit me in the stomach, I dropped both my bags and let my fists fly. He ran away crying, word spread, and from that moment on, niether my friends nor I got anymore shit.
I hate to say it, but violence works. But only if you win. If you fight back and lose, you just give a bully more self esteme because now he knows, no matter what, he can best you. Violence seems to work for some, but it’s not the only answer. Having your kid take a self defense class sounds like a good idea, so long as three lessons doesn’t give him too much of a head in thinking that he’s now the equivolent of a Shaolin Monk and starts throwing his wieght around. If it’s not much, it won’t get him far.
I like the idea of documenting the situations, reporting it to the school, and mentioning that if it doesn’t stop, you’ll seek legal action. In order for that to work though, you need a school system that takes it seriously. I worked at a day camp a few years back, were by 8:06 I had to send a kid to the office for punching another kid in the face. By 8:15, he was back in my room, and by 8:16, I sent him back to the office. If the school’s “authority” won’t stand strong against this sort of thing (like the busdriver), it will do no good.
Best of luck to your son. Tell him to hang in there, and I hope things go well for him.