The Bully

Were you ever bullied?  Well, I was and I’m gonna tell ya how I took care of that sucker.

When I was in First Grade, there was a bully who rode the same school bus as I did. Almost every afternoon, I would get off the bus crying because he constantly picked on me.  I have to be honest here and say that I don’t remember exactly what he did to me, but I was afraid of him and he knew it.  My mother finally told me that I would have to stand up to him or she would whip me every time I came home crying.  And believe me, she did that well.  However, she did come up with a solution to fix the problem. She suggested that if I were to catch him bent over the water fountain, I should walk up and whack him over the head with my lunchbox and book satchel.  I just knew that would be certain death; but I had to decide if I wanted to continue to be bullied and get a whipping or stop this kid from messing with me.  Well, the decision came a day or two later.  That morning I got off the bus and started into the school building.  Just inside the door was the water fountain and there he was getting a drink.  Yep, you guessed it, I hit him as hard as I could with my trusty Roy Rogers/Dale Evans lunchbox and book satchel; pretty much mashed his nose all over that water fountain.  I truly expected him to kill me right then and there. He raised up rubbing his nose and yelled at me, “Whaddya think you’re doing?” Oh crap, here it comes!   But I stood my ground and said, “You leave me alone.” I could see that he really did want to hit me, but he just gave me a dirty look and walked away.   After that, he never bothered me any more.  And since that day, I have not allowed anyone to bully me.

Speaking of my Roy Rogers/Dale Evans lunchbox, there was a little block building next to the school where everyone who brought their lunch ate.  My mom always packed a cold-cut sandwich, a dill pickle and an apple for my lunch; I bought a carton of milk for two cents.  In the winter, there was a roaring hot pot-bellied stove in the middle of the room that we all tried to sit near while we ate.  After lunch, we had recess and I either went to the swings or back into the gym, depending on the weather.

Hope you enjoyed this little trip back to school.  There’s plenty more stories about school coming.

See ya next Wednesday.