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He would smear chalk all over his jacket, throw backpacks into the toilet, and exchange pencil cases with his best friend.

That's nothing. My bullying was much harsher.

Depressing.

I remembered how we used to spit paper balls at each other through straws. It was fun, and everyone played this game.

Nah. My trolling was harsher.

Egotist. You turn everything into conversations about yourself.

I remembered something – how we used to spit paper balls at each other through straws.

It was fun, everyone played this game.

I already told you before that I punched one kid in the face for playing such a fun game right in class. He turned red immediately, but didn't even try to retaliate. He was probably afraid of the teacher.

right in the middle of class, I punched some nerd/geek in the face.

Revan, a school bully: O

I remember something about us spitting paper balls at each other through straws. It was fun, everyone played this game.

Yes, it was fun during university lectures. I didn't play myself, but it was cool to watch. We almost gathered the entire faculty and part of another faculty, and the auditorium was naturally arranged like an amphitheater. The students always crowded at the top and took out their straws, paper, and sheets for paper airplanes :cool:. We had to determine approximately where they would be and sit in another part of the auditorium, in the second row, but definitely not in the first – it was quite easy to hit those sitting in the first row because the desks started to rise towards the top from the second row. Once, due to inexperience, I sat in the first row :D (I didn't repeat that mistake) :D And the second row was the least vulnerable :) It was cool to see the paper balls and airplanes flying by... Sometimes they even started throwing larger pieces of paper, whole sheets, and by the end of the lecture, the entire floor was sometimes covered in paper and airplanes. But the professor was very kind and generally cool and didn't pay attention to it. Only once in two semesters did something slightly annoy him. And it wasn't the paper balls and airplanes, but something else happening at the top – I was sitting at the bottom as usual and never understood what it was. Ah, those were the days!

For me, school years were the happiest and most carefree time, which is natural – there was less responsibility. And, I think, a good environment also played a role. I especially fondly remember the time from 1st to 4th grade [a fleeting memory – I'm sitting in a sunny classroom, examining some kind of stone from a rock collection]. I really loved science back then, and my classmate and I often went to science competitions. But that's not all; we were always very close friends for many years, played snowball fights, and gathered together after school. So, those were great times. But as for the later period, the group became a bit more diverse, and you wouldn't recognize those kids who were in elementary and middle school, but the connection still remained. Plus, I made a few good friends. So, I don't complain at all; on the contrary, I remember it all with reverence.

But despite this, I still think that university is just great, and it's a new level! And that's why I don't compare school and university; both are good, but each is for its own age. Just throwing snowballs and eating cookies is, in my opinion, a completely different thing.
Although, there is another important difference from school – I like what I'm doing, and I know it will be useful to me. Creative activities. Plus, going to a water park for free on the weekend is just awesome.

Morni, why do you present yourself as a girl, but refer to yourself as a boy? (I looked at your profile.)
The new avatar looks very nice. I hope it's not the result of a painful gender reassignment surgery?:eek:

She is a girl.

Yes, even though it's a bit late, happy sixteenth birthday, Morny! It's a wonderful age. You have plenty of time, strength, and energy. The best thing is that you can still choose where to direct them.

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The years from 0 to 6 were the happiest in my life.
To us, burdened with the weight of knowledge, soiled diapers seem disgusting and repulsive. If only we could remember how interesting they were to study in childhood!
A child's feces are the first thing they produce in their short life. Isn't that something to be proud of! It's all their own! Right into a brand new, shiny potty!
Behold it with admiration, you conceited parents! Don't wrinkle your noses! Don't show that your spoiled sense of smell is used to completely different odors! He's waiting for your reaction like an artist who has painted his first picture! It is in these seconds that his future is decided! And if you are so foolish as to rush to take away the creation of your child, without showing your approval in word or gesture, the child, in confusion, will want to study more carefully next time what it is that he produces, what the closest people are not happy with. And hiding it away under diapers, and secretly kneading it thoroughly in his hands, and tasting it (Of course! How else can you get information when you are not even a year old!), he will, of course, come to the conclusion that he is not capable of anything worthwhile. It goes without saying how this will affect the self-esteem that is just beginning to form.
PS You have to live. And most importantly, you have to love. Then there is meaning. (c)
PPS Not everyone will understand what has been written above. This is a free interpretation of the course of the university program of the Faculty of Psychology.

Thank you for the greeting! :-*

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X...ita!:D

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I hate school, or rather, early and middle adolescence! Because there are so many idiots, budding thugs, and other riffraff in that damned school. The ratio of decent people to indecent ones is 1:20. You can avoid interacting with just plain stupid riffraff, step aside, and talk to a friend in a corner. But then, people who are smarter than those dumb thugs appeared. These moral degenerates, like wild, stupid beasts, immediately started bullying the weak, modest, intelligent, and those who are different...

Ah, I used to love warming up in the morning at school by chasing nerds around with rags! I had to find some way to entertain myself and kill time. I would smear their jackets with chalk, throw their backpacks into the toilet, and toss pencil cases with my best friend. Except I never took their money; I wasn't a juvenile delinquent. I had a lot of failing grades, but luckily, I learned easily and without being a nerd; the material was easy.

Did it ever occur to you, you little brat, how bad it was for those "guinea pigs"?
It's good that I learned how to deal with sadists like you. (if everything you described is true)

My bullying was harsher.

Shall we compare body parts?

The guinea pig would have had a much worse time if it had to pick up its teeth from the pavement, but I had enough imagination not to stoop to such undignified behavior as aimlessly inflicting beatings.
I am a creative and sensitive person.
And you, of course, are a BRUTE?