I actually have 3 school bullies and since we all still live in the same town, I've had the pleasure of watching them grow up.

Bully number 1:

Let's call this bully Quan. Quan was a boy that was in my class in 1st grade. He use to taunt me and say extremely mean things to me. I don't remember exactly what, but I do remember being very upset by them to the point I would cry myself to sleep some nights. As the year was almost over, I finally broke down and told my mom who in turn told my teacher. After a conference with his mom (I have no idea what was said), Quan came up to me the next day and said “I didn't realize what I was saying hurt your feelings so bad, I'm very very sorry. Can we be friends?” I said yes and the rest was history. He never picked on me again through out the rest of our school days. He went off to college, played for his college football team and is doing great now. I wish nothing but the best for him as he turned out to be a really great guy.

Bully number 2:

Let's call this bully Rhett. Rhett bullied me from 3rd grade until I was in 7th grade. It was the usual things like shoving, calling me a fata**, making up really horrible rumors about me and my family. I never told anyone about him but karma does work in mysterious ways. In 7th grade I started dating a guy much too old for me (that's a totally different story). One night he asked me if I knew this kid named Rhett that was in my grade. I told him yes and mentioned the fact that that was my bully. He reply by telling me that was also his nephew (he was about 11 years younger then the boys mom who had him as a teen) and we dropped it. Once again I don't know what effect it had, BUT Rhett never bullied me again. We were never friends and I didn't want to be, but at least he never bullied me again. Rhett's life actually turned out pretty sad. In high school his parents divorced and his mom started dating a known meth dealer and thief. During that time he never knew what or who he would find when he got home from school. Once he arrived to his front door kicked in and police officers searching everything with his mom and her boyfriend in hand cuffs. Last I heard, he was working (washing dishes) at a place owned by his father as he never amounted to much.

Bully number 3:

Let's call this bully Veronica. Veronica was a lot like Rhett, but she was worse. Anyway she could hurt me she did for YEARS. It only stopped when she got pregnant in high school and I was one of the only people not bullying her. Veronica’s life actually ended up pretty sad. She got pregnant multiple times in school and ended up with 5 children before she turned 22. To her credit, they were all by the same dad and they had a great life for a while. However, the dad cheated on her multiple times and ended up marrying one of the girls while she was pregnant with baby #5. She couldn't pay their bills alone so she lost her house and car, and last I heard she is raising her kids while living with her parents and working a minimum wage job. I harbor no resentment towards her and I really hope things end up getting better for her.

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He saved his sister’s life.

I had more than one bully, but Matt was the worst. I don’t know exactly why he singled me out, but I suspect he saw me as an easy target, a short kid who posed no threat & could serve as a quick path to popularity. Boys think like that in middle school.

Even by those standards, Matt was an a*shole. It was his reputation before, during, & after the day he beat the sh*t out of me: a spoiled rich kid whose daddy handed him everything he wanted.

The fight stemmed from a lame joke I’d told on the school bus a few weeks earlier. He’d laughed along at the time, but on this particular day he decided it would be fun to turn it around on me & humiliate me in front of the closest thing I had to friends.

He got in my face during the first few minutes of homeroom, while our teacher was still sucking down his morning coffee in the faculty lounge. Matt taunted me, called me a pussy, begged me to throw a punch. We both knew what would happen if I did.

But we were surrounded by a classroom full of pubescent sharks who smelled blood. Their money was obviously on him, but I knew they’d never let me live it down if I walked away. By the rules of junior high, I had no choice.

So I punched him in the stomach. It didn’t land. He pinned me to the floor in less than 10 seconds & pummeled me with a smile on his face. It was a look that haunted me for years afterward: the vacant stare of a young sociopath.

A decade later, a close friend confirmed exactly what I thought I’d seen that day. Matt, he said, had “dead eyes” when he laid me out in front of two dozen classmates. There was something missing in him, some part of a soul that clearly wasn’t there.

I made it through the rest of the day without crying, a nightmare scenario that would’ve done even more damage than a one-sided beating. But I also considered s*icide for the first time (not the last).

A few weeks later, Matt cornered me in the hallway & quietly reminded me he could kick my ass again anytime he felt like it. He had the same empty look in his eyes, & I knew I was in the presence of evil.

Or so I told myself.

It’s hard to forget the names of our childhood tormentors, & it’s downright impossible not to Google them. When I finally worked up the nerve to plug his name into my laptop a few years ago, the very first hit was an article from a small-town newspaper. It knocked the wind out of me.

Matt, my bully, the monster who had forever deflated my self-esteem & wrecked my sense of self-worth, had just donated a kidney to his younger sister. She would’ve died without it.

I’ve known more than my share of narcissists, sociopaths, & soulless cretins, but I have yet to meet one who would willingly surrender a vital organ to another human being — stranger, friend, or family. Matt did just that. And he told the newspaper it was the happiest day of his life.

So you never can tell.

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I am going to relate a story that happened to my brother.

He was a very good football player in high school. He was big, but still fast, so he played wide receiver. One evening he was attacked from behind. My brother had grown up in a rough neighborhood, and knew how to handle himself in a fight, but he had no chance. He woke up in the hospital.

The attacker was from a rival school, and was also a football player. The attack was so egregious, the schools did not play football again for forty years. Just a few years ago they resumed playing.

My brother knew this guy, and of course, after that, hated him. He told me that for years he had fantasies of running into this person and beating the H E dbl L out of him. Then one day he opened up the paper, and there, on page three, was a story about his attacker. The guy had just been sentenced to life in prison for a murder he committed. My brother said that he did not need to fantasize about beating him up after that.

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He became paralyzed.

George was a typical school bully. He pushed the other students around in the hallways, got into fights in the locker room and insulted others right to their face.

He was very dominant in the school, and aside from the more athletic guys in my class, he was not very popular due to him bullying others.

I really didn’t like him because of this, and we became enemies.

School let out in June, 2014 just like any other year. However, rumors spread around that George was moving to Edmonton, Canada. This made me smile, finally we would not have to deal with this bully any longer!

I regret those thoughts today.

Mid-July, something on Facebook caught my eye. There was a picture of George, bloodied, half-dead and with stitches on his body laying on a hospital bed. Suddenly, all my resent for him vanished and I felt very bad for him. He may have acted mean during class, but he certainly didn’t deserve this. Nobody deserved this.

Apparently, he had been riding his bike down a steep hill in Edmonton, when a car blocked his way. He has dodged the car, only to slam into the curve and fly out of his bicycle. He cracked his spine into the pavement and became permanently paralyzed from the waist down.

He was only 13 years old at the time.

This shook our class, and everyone was talking about it over the summer break and into the next school year. He was no longer a bully, confined to a hospital bed for six months. He came to visit our class during that winter, and he had changed drastically. He was actually quite optimistic about life, despite his disability, and was no longer the bully we had known before.

He still posts to Facebook, and appears to be making the best of his condition. The same year as the accident, he made national news when his favourite hockey team, the Vancouver Canucks, came to visit him at the hospital.

Three years have passed since the accident, and I do not remember him as a bully, but as a brave, inspiring person. Although we may wish misfortune on bullies, nobody deserves this, especially at the age of 13.

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I had a male roommate who went to school with an extremely handsome man/boy. He used his looks to use woman and didn't think twice about it. He was in his garage working on his motorcycle when something blew and burned 1/2 of his face.

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When I was in college, I came back to my home town. I went out for a walk one night, and I heard, “Hey, Zimmerle!” And there he was, the guy who had terrorized me throughout grade school, middle school, and high school. And he was nice! He asked what I was doing these days. I said I was in college, studying computer science, and he replied with “so you turned out okay, that’s great!” He seemed genuinely relieved that he hadn’t scarred me for life.

I looked him up on the internet, many years later. He went into HVAC repair. He’s retired now, living a few towns over.

Rick, if by some chance you read this, my life turned out okay. I hope yours did too.

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His name was John. Same as mine. He bullied me from 5th grade to 9th grade when I changed schools. He had failed a year and was tall for his age. Total mismatch. Among the highlights were pouring a bowl of fish down my shirt outside in the winter and ( with another kid) dragging me in the shower after PE when I was already dressed in school clothes. He was a chief reason that I began working out: So I could get big, strong, and beat his a*s.

Fast forward 3 years. I was a muscular 17 year old who was 5′10″ and 193 pounds(below) and I had wrestled for three straight years.

He stayed at 5′11″ and weighed 155. Total mismatch. I was at a party with my girlfriend. He showed up with his. I decided that nothing would be better than to hurt him in front of his girlfriend. He looked a little more gaunt than I was used to seeing him. I began pounding the beer and glaring at him on the other side of the bonfire. He kept looking away and would not make eye contact. I was sufficiently drunk and got more obvious in my attempts to initiate a fight. This would be infinitely more satisfying if I got him to throw the first punch. I had the fight planned in my head: Single leg takedown and slam him across the log he was sitting on. Get on top and pound his face. My girlfriend and her friend became aware of what was going on. She said “ If you start a fight with him, plan on going home alone”. Then her friend added” Yeah, you asshole he just has his appendix removed”. So that ended it. A few months later I found out that he was going in the Marines as well. He was a brother.

Fast forward 40 years. We connected on FB and he apologized with tears in his eyes. I found out that we were both serious bicyclists, health nuts, and we both hated Donald Trump. I call my bully my friend.

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My school nemesis was a girl. For two years, we shared a desk. She never hit me. But no matter what I did, she would always react in some demeaning or insulting way. I hated Polina with all my heart. But I could not get away from her because our class superior decided we should share a desk. It was her policy to get children who hated each other paired so they would not speak during the lesson.

Twenty years later I looked for my classmates on a Russian social network. And suddenly I saw Polina. I began to tremble - just remembering all my humiliations was horrible. And then she wrote me. “Hello”, she said. “I am happy I see you here. I am sorry for everything. I reckon I was not the best deskmate. Forgive me.”

Since then, I have no other feeling for her but gratitude. I think it was really nice of her to apologize after twenty years. She is now a nurse, living in Canada.

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So, my school bully’s name was Garth. He tormented me from first grade all the way through ninth grade, until I finally moved. Garth was a couple of years older, and he was bigger, taller, and stronger than everyone else.

I remember him having this moped that he’d use to chase me around the neighborhood. Sometimes, I’d start running before I even heard that thing come around the corner because if Garth saw me, it was a guarantee he was going to run me down. There was no way I could outpower him—he was like a grown man compared to the rest of us.

Years later, when I was well into my 30s, I ran into Garth again. By then, I was 6 feet tall, 240 pounds, and looked like I should be a linebacker for the New York Giants. I had also earned a blue belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, so I knew how to handle myself. When I saw Garth, I barely recognized him. He looked so small and weak—like life had really taken a toll on him.

We were in a movie theater, and as I looked at him, a part of me wanted to confront him. I knew I could easily take him down, outbox him, get him on the floor, and choke him out until he pissed and sh*t himself in front of everyone, including his kids. But then I thought about everything I’d learned through martial arts, and all the lessons that came from being bullied by him. I just felt sorry for the guy.

So, I didn’t say anything. I’m pretty sure he didn’t even know I was there. But it felt great to know that after all those years, I was in a position where I could kick his a*s if I wanted to—but I’d also learned the restraint not to. It gave me a nice sense of peace.

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It was many kids and I don’t know.

I left them and the town behind and haven’t been back for a long time. My parents retired to the west coast, so I have no reason to visit.

Grade 7 and 8 were horrific for me. I was fat, spectacled, nerdy, deeply intelligent, weird and dressed badly. I was central casting bullied kid. And so the kids do what kids do, which is unite together in making someone else’s life miserable.

I think it culminated in running a gauntlet of kids pummeling me as I tried to enter the school. It might have peaked with the gang that used to stalk me on the way to and from school, and beat me up at least once requiring a passing adult to intervene. There was the time they turned the one guy who I thought was my friend against me with lies. There was the constant insults, spitballs and minor stabs, jabs and pokes with pens, fists and books. There was having the books spilled out of my hands in the hallways. It extended to my home neighborhood as well, where a gang of vicious girls took to bullying me too. Fun times.

In my first year of university, when I was studying sciences locally in the small town university I could afford to attend before I realized I wasn’t interested in the careers a science degree opened up for me, I ran into one of them in the common room of the school. I forget what he was doing, but we chatted for a few minutes. I was 6′1″, had infantry training and was lean and muscled now. Not quite the same kid. He was terrified. He was sweating heavily and trying to pretend to nonchalance and failing miserably. He left quickly. No idea what he turned into, if anything.

Sometime in my mid-20s I returned to see my folks and a couple of friends I was still in touch with. Another of the gang of bullies was at the bar. I was instantly in full fight or flight mode, but now I was big and buff. I was employed at a major accounting firm, putting my first wife through med school and living in Toronto. Yeah, bit of a change from my bullied days.

He was guilt-ridden, ashamed and full of self-hatred. He apologized deeply and sincerely for being such an a*shole to me and making my life a living hell for a couple of years. He was working as a security guard at a bus station. I was deeply frustrated because I really wanted to punish him, rub his nose metaphorically and possibly literally in how superior to him I was at the time, but obviously him being an incredibly contrite and sincere person took the wind out of my sails. That encounter left me shaking. No idea if he ever got past security guard jobs, but I assume so.

I don’t remember their names. I vaguely remember what they look like. I’ve lived and continue to live a rich, rewarding, globally connected life. I’ve lived, vacationed and played all over the world, with senior consulting and leadership roles in North America, Asia and Latin America. I talk regularly to global climate and technology leaders. Yesterday I spoke for a couple of hours via Zoom to a Columbia University seminar on sustainable finance as part of their series on the subject. I have PhD and chemical engineer fans for my work, which is deeply nerdy and I love it. I post nerdgasms about particularly cool interactions I have with deeptech people on LinkedIn and Facebook. I’ve keynoted a global ebike conference this year as well. I live in downtown Vancouver with my beautiful, intelligent, wonderful spouse, and we live a rich and rewarding life together, filled with good food and love.

As George Herbert wrote in 1640, living well is the best revenge. It’s still true.

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One of my school bullies punched me in the back of the neck. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but in 2022 I filed for worker’s comp because my neck started really hurting me. Turns out I have:

stenosis
arthritis
a partially-healed fractured disc
Since all of this was clearly old injuries and degenerative, I lost my worker’s comp claim. Over the years, in hindsight, I should have known something was wrong.

It was 2006 when I was punched, and I moved to Australia in 2016.

In 2010 and 2011, when I was in college, I was an Army ROTC cadet for two years before I got discharged for unrelated medical issues. I did notice that the back of my neck often hurt a lot when I wore a helmet…

Thanks to new regulations, cars started getting pokier head rests that either pushed your head forward, or forced you to set the seat back. New head rests always hurt my neck.

It wasn’t until I got a job at a warehouse though, as an order selector, moving thousands of pounds of alcohol a day that my neck really started playing up. I suddenly found I couldn’t turn my head. Even driving was very dangerous. I am now on painkillers so strong that every 6 months or so they test my kidneys to make sure I’m not getting killed by them. They’re non-opioid painkillers. Basically Celebrex and a super strong version of Tylenol, both for extremely old people.

Back to my bully… I started thinking about it, and I realised there was a greater than 0% chance this guy, back in the USA, was a millionaire wangster rap star. Maybe I could sue him?

I looked him up, and was startled, though not surprised, to see an adult version of his face, in a news article, wearing a prison jumpsuit.

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When I was in Jr. High there were these two young men who made my life miserable. One went out of his way every day to comment on how ugly he thought I was. He told me that even if I wore makeup, it still wouldn’t help my looks. My friends stuck up for me, but he seemed to think I was the ugliest person he had ever seen. So, this went on for quite a long time, and I was at my lowest. I let his words affect me, and it’s not easy hearing how ugly someone thinks you are. I had buck teeth at the time, and desperately needed braces. My parents couldn’t afford things like that, so I had to endure that bullying for over a year. My family moved, and I never had to hear that kind of bullying again, but I’ve thought about him or should I say both of them. Well, I looked him up on Facebook the other day. I found out he lost custody of his daughter, he was on drugs for several years, and only recently cleaned up his life. The other guy who bullied me has only daughters, and I have to wonder if he steps in when they’re being bullied the way he bullied me.

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"has only daughters"? What a strange thing to say.

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She’s a successful professional now. I looked her up once, out of curiosity. She has a nice website with a big professional portrait and a fluffy blurb about all the lovely stuff she likes to do with her family at the weekend. But even if she’s a bit more jowly and has grown her eighties preppy bob out a bit, her cold eyes remain the same. I feel for her coworkers.

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Unlike a huge part of the answers here, my bully is doing ok. Not as spectacular as she likes to paint, but the plain, average ok. Which for her is punishment enough, as she loved the spotlight. Let me give you a bit more of a insight.

This all happened when I started anew in my High School. As a quiet, introspect, and very very sarcastic person, there was only a few kids that could accept my humor and moods, and a scarce amount that could tolerate it. Teachers and students alike all expected me to have low grades because my dark moods and sarcasm apparently indicated that I could not achieve academic success. Oh well, I was really really sorry to disappoint them all.

My bully was by no means a stupid, all brawl no brains kind. She was very smart, smart enough that she was top of the class every single year, until I arrived. I suppose intelligence and envy are a very dangerous mix because she was outright cruel. She was popular, smart and good at sports. She had it all and I had ruined it all. Oh damn!

Because I could not hold my sarcasm in, I suffered a lot more. She would be very abusive, trying to sabotage me (oh, please! try harder, dear!), making friends with my friends and trying to put them against me, and being really annoying on social media.

It was kinda hellish, but I survived and battled my way through it and I was the top of my whole year, when I graduated (take that, biatch!).

We both moved to college. I’m on my way to my PhD and she is stuck in a terrible college finishing her Bachelor’s Degree in something she does not like because she failed the access to Medical School. I have a boyfriend, so does she. I have a loving family and the respect of my home peers, while her family is involved in some scandal with her aunt whoring around and her father betraying her mother, and I think she cut ties with that part of the family. Looking at Facebook photos, she still has her charm but she seems a lot more faded than the remaining bunch of our year.

She is a plain Jane now, and so am I. The big difference is that I bask in the absence of attention and I don’t think she can deal with it.

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She met me later in life when I was in my air stewardess uniform. She was shocked. We got on fine because I went out of my way to be kind to her and forget the past. I heard that in adult life she was very sad, became an alcoholic and got divorced.

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THE TRAUMA IS STILL REAL.

Jaaved* was a Hindi teacher at my school. He started when I was in high school. He was different. He was all the things our school had taught us not to become. He swore openly in class, objectified the girls from the neighboring school and didn't even spare some of the female teachers. He was repulsive. He had his fan club who loved him because he let them freely cheat on tests and exams and laughed and joked with them about things teenage boys usually laugh and joke about. He would snatch away the answer papers from some of us before we finished and hand it to those kids to copy. The day he did this to me, I decided to stand up to him and said enough is enough. I complained to the principal who came and asked the class about what happened. 16 students stood and corroborated my story. Later that day, he came in and threatened them to a point where each of them sat down and withdrew their complaint.

I was left standing alone, a 9th grade kid wanting to fight the system; wanting to stand up for what I believed in. He came back into class and in front of a room full of students he threatened to hang me with his goats at his mutton shop and skin me alive; just imagine saying that to a teenager. I did not budge. After that day, he beat me every single day; he made me kneel down outside in the hot sun on a tar road every single day; he made me write down chapters from the text book as a punishment every single day. I did it all but I refused to bend. Finally, one day, my dad snapped. He couldn’t watch his son get abused any more. He came to school, gave a written complaint to the principal and then in front of the entire school grabbed this teacher by his collar and told him that if he ever lay a finger on me again, he will have to answer to the cops.

It has been over 15 years since this happened but THE TRAUMA IS STILL REAL. I've moved on in life and everything is going well but THE TRAUMA IS STILL REAL. Some wounds do not heal, some scars are forever. He was my Dolores Jane Umbridge, and, on that day I decided I must not tell lies.

What happened to your school bully?

Not a damn thing. He's still a teacher at that school; he's still the worthless scumbag that he always was and to this day he still uses my example of what a student should not be like. He still struts around the school throwing around his signature catchphrase “I’m Very Danger”.

I sometimes wonder, had something similar happened at any school in any other "developed" country, how many years would he have spent behind bars? At my school, back then, all he got was a warning. I hope that he reads this and realizes that what he thought was "cool" back then has had longer term consequences on some people's lives. I hope he shows some form of remorse and mends his ways and hopefully none of the students at my alma mater will need to go through something like this again.

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My school bully?

You mean that guy who, in physics lab, pulled my stool out from under me while I was hunched over the counter deep in the assigned experiment, causing me to land hard on my tailbone?

Who, when he found out I was crushing on this one girl in a lower form, made it a point to push my skinny frame around when she was nearby (to assert his superior masculinity)?

And once asked me during a free period to draw a girl in the nude, which I did, because I was gratified he wasn’t making life miserable for me, only to grab the finished sketch and bolt to the teacher’s desk and tell her I was drawing pornography (which backfired badly for him because I drew Botticelli’s Venus de Milo and my English teacher had a classical education)?

And then developed the odious habit of finishing every pop quiz ridiculously early (because he didn’t know the answers and knew he didn’t know them) and then get appointed test monitor by the teacher, and when the bell rang, would rush to grab my paper first, purposely crumpling it on impact?

And bought a motorcycle when he was still 15, two months away from our boards, then drove it without a license, underage, and took his friends for rides in the general school area, making it a point to splash me by driving through puddles while I was walking to after-school tuition, sneering at me all the while for having to walk to tuition (of course I’d walk, stupid, tuition is just one kilometer away) while he rode home?

And made fun of me for getting made the school’s Library Secretary and spending most lunch break cataloging the history section while he played cricket?

Who made fun of me on the way to our pre-final exams because I actually read the entire textbook (dweeb that I am) instead of ‘strategizing’ like him and only reading his friend’s notes on the topics they thought were most likely to be tested?

And then walked around with his chest puffed out after the boards, proud that he was going to pass, while I agonized over whether I’d make the honors lists or not?

That guy?

Hold on. I never thought of him until now. Let me look him up.

Yup. He lays slightly expensive flooring for a living.

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Botticelli's Venus is a painting, Venus de Milo is a famous, if armless, statue.

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There were two, let's say, "major" bullies at my school. One of them was aggressive, strong and stupid to the core. He was the one to be really afraid of because he had that something in his eyes. Something terrible. To make a long story short, he ended up in jail for murder.

The other one was quite smart and used his gang to do the dirty job as he was physically weak. Back to school days, I listened to heavy metal and had a long hair (Actually, I still have the similar haircut like on my profile picture). The length of my hair was the reason to call me names and so on. To be honest, he never intended to harm me physically because we lived nearby and we were like...neighbors. Anyway, once I got tired of it and confronted him while he was alone and bit him up. Not too bad, no broken bones or something, because I wasn't a kind of a fighter guy, but he was on the floor. That fight taught him a lesson and, surprisingly, he never tried to have his revenge. And, to be true again, I was always frightened he would.

Eventually, he's been imprisoned for stealing. He spent two years in jail. Some years ago, I visited my parent's house and accidentally met him in the street. We recognized each other straight away. We had a small talk and he said that he still lives with his parents in the same house and works as an auto mechanic. We didn't talk about his term in jail nor our fight, we just exchanged some standard phrases, then shook hands and walked away.

I thought to myself: “What a chance meeting! After all these years, wow!”

I can't prove it, but I think he's a regular citizen right now. Because, again, he had that something in his eyes, that something of a man who has learned from his mistakes. At least, I hope he has.

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Feel free to down vote if you want, but this one sounds like the results of a creative writing assignment.

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One of them is dead, another has 5 different baby mommas, and I don’t know about the last one.

The dead one died in a car accident only a year after high school ended. I got a phone call from a mutual friend (although I should not have really called him a friend because he was quite complicit in the bullying, and a true friend would’ve done something) asking me if I had heard about her. The conversation went like this:

Mutual friend: “Hey have you heard about Candace? “

Me: “Which Candace? The black one who was a horrible little ghetto jerk, who always bleached her hair that ridiculous platinum blond color? Yea, what about her?”

Mutual F: “ Well… Just to let you know… She Died!!!”

Me: “Too bad…”

That mutual never spoke to me again after that, but there was no love lost, and I didn’t care. I am a survivor of NPD abuse and I have no room in my heart to hold sympathy for my abusers, nor their pathetic enablers.

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We had this girl in class who treated everything at school like it was a popularity contest. She was not your typical crude bully. She was a very “refined” bully. She had very subtle ways of making people feel really bad. She had a group of 10–12 minions who followed her everywhere like puppy dogs. She thought she was extremely pretty (although I personally thought she resembled what one might see if you bred a goat with a camel).

As she grew older, she constantly needed male attention. Anyone who didn't give her that was bullied, called stupid, lame or any other thing. She particularly went around bullying kids who weren't from very rich families. She considered them easy targets and had this “rich kid” “poor kid” distinction in her mind right from childhood.

When we were kids, I remember we once had this spelling test in class. I got full points while she got one point less. This made her angry. She snatched my graded answer sheet from me during lunch break, erased a letter from one of my correct spellings, went to the teacher and told her innocently that the teacher had inaccurately given me points for a “wrong spelling”. The teacher believed her and cut 1 point on my test. This gave her a sense of supreme satisfaction. I didn't really care about a few points here or there. So I didn't really try to prove my point to the teacher. But I did realize that this girl is particularly vile. She never managed to bully me but she did try some of these cheap tricks to get better grades. I remember she tried to copy answers from my sheet during a particularly important exam, where she was sitting right behind me.

Fast forward a few decades. Now I do remember that she was a reasonably bright student at school (but not exceptional), to be honest. But her grades started falling drastically once we were in high school. After we were done with school, she did badly on her entrance exams and joined a mediocre college. She had had a steady boyfriend in school but he eventually went abroad to study and they broke up. She changed many boyfriends during college but none of them stuck around for too long. Most people just branded her as “easy”. We did run into each other quite a few times at parties of common friends - where I heard all kinds of strange gossip doing the rounds mostly involving her and other guys at her college. She tried to “trap” one of my really nice male friends after hearing that he’d received a major pay raise and was now a senior executive at a large multinational. Fortunately, after speaking with her a few times, the guy saw through her and backed out.

She soon got bored of guys and tried her luck with a girl. Word got around real fast because this other girl went around telling everyone.

Eventually her old high-school flame came back after finishing college abroad. In a drunken fit at some party, he bragged about how he'd had several girlfriends from exotic countries while he was abroad.

A few months later, this bully and her exotic-girlfriendloving ex announced that they were getting engaged - much to everyone's amusement.

Now they're married. She never could find any employment anywhere so she's a stay-at-home wife. Her husband tried finding jobs but got nothing and so he joined the “family business” - although his close friends from school maintain that his family does not have a “family business” and it's all just eyewash. Her boyfriend (now husband) had this peculiar way of talking….he’d be sending out more spit than words when he spoke. So I'm sure they're having a great time and the lack of rainfall in my country doesn't affect their household at all.

Don't bully. Be jolly.

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I’m going to keep this light and simple, though it is a bit…gruesome. This is what my advisement teacher told us for the bullying program we had at school.

There was this dude that was popular with everyone, usually the high status kids and the athletes. There was this kid who he bullied on a daily basis. He would do things like hold his fingers up to his wrist and run the across, saying “Slit Slit!”. To him, he was an easy target and he would pick on the kid mercilessly every single day, for no apperent reason. Well, one day he ticked that kid off, and the kid came back with a pair of scissors, and stabbed him in his windpipe. The bully died a few minutes from drowing on his own blood.

The “high status kids” and his family, and almost the whole town held a huge funeral for him, and the bullies kid went on with his life. He’s at the local hospital treating patients as we speak (and is doing a great job at it, by the way).

In my opinion…he got what he deserved.

So many people throughout the years we’ve been in school, would say “Treat others as how you would want to be treated.” He never even understood what that kid went through.

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I feel even though the bully deserved it wouldn't the other kid have gotten a manslaughter charge or something along those lines.

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I have a friend who’s on Facebook and she has sent me pictures of my school bully. She has been married for over 40 years. Her husband looks like an angel—really. He has such a kind, patient look about him. They have one son. They might be grandparents. She did make my life miserable in 8th grade and throughout high school and poisoned people’s minds. My only crime? I had a tremor. I’d get shaky in front of the class.

I wrote an essay once for a college course I was taking in my forties about being bullied in school and mentioned her as the chief instigator. I sent it to her with a short note. I said that perhaps our hormones did a number on all of us. I’d said in the essay that I’d forgiven her. She never responded.

I guess it seems amazing to me that such a mean girl was able to keep a man happy all these years. Who knows what her problems were. For all I know, her parents were abusive. We never know what goes on behind closed doors. Obviously, I don’t know the truth about her marriage, either. Her husband may be so sweet that he doesn’t have the heart to divorce her. Who knows!

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Maybe his husband is asso a victim and he can't ecape?

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I got curious and Facebook stalked her to see if I could get a good answer.

Well, she's married, as her last name is different. No “public” pics of the spouse. She has a dog that looks really cute. Her profile pic was at the Grand canyon, and she looks pretty OK weight wise.

I mentioned weight specifically because she was a chubby elementary schooler, and felt as though mocking ME for being “fat” would … I dont know, validate her somehow? I was a stick at the time, and was more confused than anything else. I consider myself lucky as such things commonly do cause eating disorders in children. I wasn't the only one she gave hell about weight, either.

Other than that she has a college banner on one of her past PFPs, though I am not sure if she attended college there or is just a sports fan. She used to have her cr*ppy retail job listed publicly last time I looked ages ago but her job is no longer public.

Some of the photography on her page is actually quite good. Great color and a pretty nice eye for composition. Maybe we could have gotten along if she had talked to me about art rather than taking every opportunity to try and tear down my self esteem?

She's still living in our hometown. I probably wouldn't recognize her if I saw her during a visit though.

So, I think my elementary school bully is doing OK…

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When I was in 6th grade, I had this classmate whose father had mafia connections and he was built and looked like a super scary monster. The classmates generally avoided him and he had no idea that he scared them off. I guess he was lonely in a way. Being the class nerd, I was always approached for help with school work and this guy asked for my help too. I have always enjoyed teaching since I was a kid and I happily obliged. This mafia boy would happily come everyday, do his homework with me, tell me about his day and be a friend in general while the other kids around me kept quaking in fear.They still couldn’t see the gentle giant in him.

That was the day I realized sometimes people are so tied to their belief and rumors that they don’t let themselves give others a second chance.

Regarding the bully question, I have been lucky enough to know what every person around me needs help with so no one bullied me worrying that maybe I would not want to help them. I was always given the title of ‘super friendly and always helping’.

However, my brother was the classic bully magnet. Being super sensitive in general, he was always walking with a target on his back. I used to fight the bullies off for my brother, including my class bullies who harassed my brother. They would take away his lunch box from him when he came to have lunch with me, tease him when he cried, when ever he would talk to me in our mother tongue they would mimic him etc. It was not as scary as some stuff I read in the other comments here but still my brother was scared and upset at the thought of going to school.

I am still in touch with the bullies and they are not doing so well in life. They always joke with me saying I cursed them for harassing my brother.

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I had a high school bully who threatened to beat me, called me a nerd with racial slurs, he also gossiped about me in front of other girls. He told other girls that I have a small p*nis just because I’m Chinese, he actually slept with my high school crush during prom night.

We both went to the same university. I was planning to study engineering and I have no clue about what he was planning to study, he wanted to go for medicine but you need a bachelor degree prior to do that. I saw him quite often at the gym and I also started lifting weights too.

He dropped out after his first semester. I figured that out because my university has a website and a search bar, you can type the name of the person and it shows his university email and faculty. I saw that he still doesn’t have any faculty when I was in my third year which indicates that he dropped out.

One day, I decided to answer a question on Quora regarding self improvement. I basically wrote all my accomplishments, I won a scholarship, got a good internship, I travelled to other countries, I put my before and after picture because I got muscular from lifting weights, and many other things.

I decided to share my answer with him on facebook. He then blocked me from contacting him.

Last summer, I was playing basketball with some friends. I saw my high school bully again with his friend from high school. He got super fat, like really fat, at least 240 lbs, and he had a difficulty walking. He was just throwing a basketball and he noticed me. I was very surprised because he was a football player back in high school and also went to the gym when I was in first year.

I just tried to search him on facebook using my friend’s account and it seems like he deleted his account.

I know that he must be depressed now. He doesn’t have any credential/education and probably unemployed. Judging from his physical size, I assume that no girl wants to date him. I feel happy though, I have no remorse toward him.

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I kinda have one story only. Back in high school I was a hard hardcore yugioh player, this was Xyz era and one of the few times I was comfortable showing my nerdy side publicly. Fast forward a month and I ended up being asked (read ordered) to help the football team learn how to play 21 for a bet against the Senior math teacher. During this time I also had a lot of run ins with this random student playing a deck using Utopias and Zexal weapons who was an all around d**k to everyone.

One day I got tired of him and just dueled him only for him to add his 5 lackeys. Knowing full well I had a shot at winning better that way and he was just a blow hard with an uncle who set him up with good cards I fully went in not caring. After losing to a time out because his lackeys stalled for everything, I was forced to ante a card that he was trying to get for days. My lucky draw worth around 5$ was torn from my hands and I left not caring,

Fast forward 2 days, I'm with the football team and teaching them only for hotshot to run up with his lackeys. I'm thinking about decking him at that point until he takes out my card and slowly lowers the back of his pants. Sitting there and stopping the lesson while our entire little alcove went silent was enough to jack up my anxiety knowing full well this little bustard is wiping himself with my card.

He throws it on the table where the deck is and smiles. The captain of the team, the guy who asked me for help with the bet, asks me if I wanted payback for that. I just shook and nodded as I got into my only fight in high school where I threw a punch. The entire team had my back and the school security pulled up at a window just as I done letting my rage out.

Fast forward one week, I'm not scared of the consequences, but I'm terrified the moment I'm called to the principal out of nowhere. I'm expecting ISS, I know I'm screwed, and I sit there as a nerdy, scared, and one hundred percent guilty bony 17 year old. Then walks in the VP. She orders me back to class and tells me that I saved myself by doing the janitors a public service. I'm on shock, but I book I out after hearing the words “this is the kid who caused 1900 dollars worth of damage flushing cards” being screamed by the VP.

I get to the class, sit down, shut up, and get told by the teacher to take some assignments to ISS for a student there. I walk there, see the little bastard laughing with three big dudes who I know from middle school and set the assignments down while all three look at me and him wondering “wtf?”. He wad supposedly making it look like he got away with everything and I was going there with him because the principal was a family friend.

According to later news, this bully was expelled, banned from all school functions, and forced to pay back everything he caused in damages after a month of ISS to review his actions for punishment. Last I saw him, his girlfriend broke up with him for losing their shot at prok together and being stuck at McDonald's working.

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No idea what most of this was about.

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As I changed schools often, I encountered many bullies. I don't know what happened to all of them. But the funny thing is, that almost all of the ones I could find out, became bus drivers. One became a coast guard.

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I had a guy that used to bully me in 5 grade and used to irritate the hell out of everyone. Everyone stayed quite till 6 grade but after that we retaliated and went on to teach him a lesson.

We called all our parents and asked them to report him at once. The boy was also not very good at studies. Turns out he got suspended for 1 month and failed exams that year.

When he came back the next year to school again in 6th grade he was completely different.He studied his ass off and got all A for his boards in the 10th grade.

After that he went on to get a scholarship for his Grade 11 and 12.

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I’ve had multiple people who bullied me in primary school, but since I haven’t seen most of them for years now, I’ll reflect on my only interaction with a guy who was among those who bullied me.

My school bully is doing just fine. It’s been almost 2 years since I saw him and actually talked to him, but it’s still stuck in my head. The first thing he did when he recognized me is to ask “Lara, is that really you?” and then proceeded to say “sorry” but before he could finish that I just said that he should keep that to himself because sorry doesn’t mean sh*t to me at this point.

He’s finishing high school as well this year, has been in a relationship with some girl for 4 straight years now and spends his time with his friends usually. I also know that his life has been quite good and that nothing dramatic happened. He changed a lot of course, but it seems that his poisonous personality has been well kept. We chatted for some time and then he left when his bus arrived.

My bully is doing fine - and I’m sure that others who were in that group are doing well. I’m glad that I didn’t see any of them for years now and that we have no contact. For all it’s worth, I hope they will live normal lives as they did until now. I just hope that I won’t see them again because I doubt that I would be nice as I was with him.

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After high school, everybody heard he got into trouble with the law from stealing but his uncle bailed him out.

Then he moved out of the country to find something better to do with his life. To be honest, he did not really accomplish anything at that point in his life. Then there was a rumor that he died off somewhere because nobody heard about him.

Three to fours year later, he went back to his hometown to visit. Everybody was shocked at how much he had changed. He got mellow down a lot; and he seemed to have more money too. Everybody guessed he must had some sort of luck, or stealing something, or gambling, etc.

Fast forward few years, the last thing people hear about him is he is working at some kind of bank while doing some type of post grad degree. For me, the latest new I know is he got a cold this morning, but he still went to work because there would be a super important meeting tomorrow.

At this very moment, he is sitting at home with a runny nose, drinking hot apple cider with honey and cinnamon while typing this answer on Quora.

In case you wonder: that bully was me.

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oh my a bully praising himself this is the worst kind or narcissist

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