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03/31/10(Wed)00:20:11 No.8148642mutebloc
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transferred schools in the 4th grade. i transferred because 3rd grade
is when they test for "gifted children." no shit i passed faggot, you're
fucking enthralled by this bullshit don't fucking lie. anyways the
environment was much different. I quickly made friends with the biggest
and most attractive boys in class and established myself as ringleader.
bully in chief. it was disastrous. any teacher will tell you that every
class has a ringleader who can whip the class to a frenzy or calm them,
and an intellectual hero who the teacher can praise or reward to inspire
example (and often hatred, didn't say it was good to be a hero). when
the two are the same person is when things get interesting. my mother
was called into class every day after school, my friends had established
a club, that among the boys there were three tiers. those within the
club who i considered friends, those outside the club were those i was
ambivalent about, and finally hatred was directed at those that i felt
distaste for. no shithead, it wasn't godfather shit, affection for me
was not total, and it waxed and waned in the two years the 30 of us were
all together. but club membership was contingent on my approval,
children, some of the smartest children in the county i should add, were
competing for approval with their escalating threats and abuse heaped
on those i disliked which i rewarded with my laughter.this all sounds
much crueller than it really was. i protected this one kid who under any
other circumstances would have been abused maliciously, seriously he
had psychological scars by 4th grade, but no matter how many people told
me about his stutter or that he ate his boogers, he was protected. i do
admit though that some people suffered, two in particular must have
been miserably lonely and psychologically distressed, but my group
craved torment, i relished it as well, and we knew they would do the
same to us were they in our position. |
