Mr2001 I appreciate your pragmatism and to, an extent, I agree that complaining all by itself does no good. However, I don’t know that the only options out there are just complaining or conforming. There are other options, and conforming isn’t always such an admirable thing.
Or maybe I’m just hearing the words of my 8th grade guidance counselor all over again. (Sheesh, why did I open this thread. That’s a memory I thought I’d successfully suppressed.)
Back in 8th grade (1979–yes, we had schools then, some even had electricity!), I was really good at algebra. I got the high score on just about every test and homework assignment. Our teacher made many scores public. He’d announce the top grades on tests, and we self graded our homework then call out our scores at the start of every class.
I got a lot of ridicule for getting the top scores. It wasn’t cool to lead the algebra class in 1979. It wasn’t the school bullies who tormented me so much as my own friends. (Well, I thought they were “friends” at the time. Looking back, they were awful.) They’d make some catty comment about me being a brain, and if I reacted I was told “you’re too sensitive; we’re just kidding.”
The worst experience came when some of my “friends” (it was easy to find out it was them) told my algebra teacher that I was cheating on my homework by calling out scores I didn’t get (it was all on the honor system). I was summoned to talk to my teacher, mother, and guidance counselor. Lucky for me, I had saved all my homework assignments in my folder. And, even luckier for me, my mother fought like hell on my behalf.
After the alleged cheating was dealt with, my teacher left and the guidance counselor asked what I was doing to cause fellow classmates to lie about me. I clearly remember him telling me “you know, you can still get a good grade and not always get the top score. Think about that.”
Here’s where I got lucky for the third time. My mother went ballistic! I mean, my tiny, demure mom was standing up, leaning over this guy’s desk, and shouting at him. As someone who got her PhD in the early 60’s when married women didn’t do that, my mother found the idea that her daughter should do less than her best to be reprehensible.
After we left, mom and I had a talk about how my “friends” were acting towards me and how I was responding to it. To some extent, I was allowing them to tease me about my scores by the way I reacted to it. This post is already long, so I won’t go into detail. In summary, I would either get defensive or just go along with these girls when they teased me. We discussed better strategies, and I tried to work it out. The teasing abated somewhat. Not 100%, but things did get a little bit better. So I did change some of my behavior with respect to how I responded to teasing, but I didn’t conform by sandbagging my scores.
Plus, mom reassured me that I was an okay person and should be proud of what I’d done. It does help to be told that the assholes (or 8th grade bitches) have the problem, not you.
(BTW mom took me out of that school at the end of the semester.)
I also don’t agree that we have to just accept that there are, and will always be, assholes. Nothing ever happened to those girls who accused me of cheating. That kind of behavior shouldn’t be tolerated. **CanvasShoes ** didn’t tolerate it on her bus. That alone probably didn’t change the asshole riding her bus, but it probably made the poor guy he picked on feel a whole lot better. Plus, if a bunch of people act like CanvasShoes did, it may very well force that asshole to be better behaved. Bullying shouldn’t be treated as a socially acceptable behavior.