In my school (still in high school for those that don’t remember me) there is a gym. In the gym there are 2 sets of bleachers. One is against a wall, one is opposite those with about 15 feet between the back and the wall (wrestling area). In HOPE (PE changed to involve bookwork so obese kids can pass) my class had to play…wiffleball. Basically baseball with plastic balls and bats. One guy hits the ball, it goes in the wrestling area. There’s about a foot between the wall and those bleachers so you can get past them without having to go outside. I go to get it and some guy I’ve never talked to, from the other side of the gym just yells “LET ME GET IT CAUSE WE ALL KNOW FATTY points at me CAN’T”. I do the polite thing, wait for him to get close enough so only he hears and say “Shut up wigger” (I’m in high school, remember), then go back, and get the ball. He says “I’m gonna beat you down” completely seriously. I try not to laugh. Sure he’s half a foot taller than me, and plays baseball, but still. He goes in to try to hit me, and a guy that I hardly know, only cause we were on the football team together last year tells him to stop. He says “Everyone here knows chainsaw (my nickname, earned by accidentally cutting my fingertip in half) could whoop your ass”, coming from a 5’ 2" 300 pound guy that played varsity football, best in the district as a sophmore. The guy still tries to threaten me so I just tell him to go on and shut up.
Oh, you could pay me to be a teenager again. As long as I get to keep my current knowledge and hindsight. I’d be such a manipulative, passive-aggressive bastard taking advantage of every self-esteem weakness of my dreaded nemeses, why they’d consider me the destroyer of worlds!
Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!..
ETA: Oh and my “teenager again” fee may not be less than six figures.
Wait…there’s bookwork in PE so the fat kids can pass? Damn, what’s the point then? Might as well just cancel it altogether. If you can’t pass PE, it should be because you lack effort and drive, not because you can’t run a seven-minute mile.
It’s like we just enable our kids to be unhealthy. Pump them full of crappy food and then turn PE into health science. PE is supposed to be about physical activity–not bookwork. Ferchrissakes, at least teach them how to exercise without tearing a hamstring.
Sorry, as to OP, teens are brutal. It gets easier. People who tear others down are mostly lacking self-confidence anyway. He thinks he’s found your weak spot; either find his and exploit it or work on your own self-confidence and consider yourself a better person. And great job losing weight! Screw what anyone else thinks! Be healthy and happiness follows.
BrownEyedGirl, I graduated from high school almost twelve years ago… and in fact, for us, running an eight-minute mile would have been the ONLY way to get an A in PE, were it not for the book work.
You can’t say that’s reasonable. No, there was no grade for “effort” or “attitude”.
High school is the shits for a lot of people. On the good side, you’re learning important life lessons about dealing with jerks. And if you pay attention in your classes, you can learn some interesting and important stuff.
So stick it out! And congrats for losing the weight; I wish I could do as well!
Ya know: I appreciate the sympathy but I wasn’t complaining about being made fun of, it was just a mundane, pointless post. Agreed, bookwork for PE is useless, and people are jerks.
Yup. You know, I was sympathizing a bit with the OP until that bit. High school students are dick holes sometimes, no one understands you sometimes, and blah blah blah.
You’re no better than the bully if you’re walking around calling people white niggers, sorry kid.
I had this sort of thing happen, but in a different situation.
When I go to the doctor, it’s always the same: blood pressure, maybe a blood test, and in between the doctor tells me how fat I am and that I should lose weight. Then I leave.
Okay, so a few years ago, I joined Curves and went religiously three times a week. Also, my meds were changed and for about three weeks I had no appetite for food at all. As a result, I lost twenty pounds.
So, I go to the doctor, and again, she takes my blood pressure and starts talking about how fat I am, and that I should lose weight. She then looks at my chart, and says, “Oh so you did lose weight, that’s good. Anyway…”
Actually, she did try to praise my efforts a little as the visit went on, but it was too late. I just left, feeling as shitty as I usually do leaving the doctor’s office.
Now, it is true, weight loss doesn’t show up on me so much. I shrink, but my body shape stays the same. And I am naturally a big person.
It’s a pointless story anyway, since I’m as big now as I ever was.
Get in the habit of NOT using the word “wigger”, kiddo. Not cool.
Also, while some teasing is based on some rational basis, a lot of it is not. I was a terrific student all throughout high school, top 10% and National Honor Society and all that. I currently possess an advanced degree and often impress people by randomly dropping knowledge on them. But you know what the kids used call me in high school? Retard. This, from kids who had little to show for their intelligence and probably still don’t.
All you can do is forgive the fools for they know not what they do and keep a countdown to your graduation date. Kick ass when you have to but try to take the high road. You don’t want to look back 20 years from now and be embarrassed by your own actions
