Did any GNs know a school bully?

Oh yes, and unfortunately I was at an all girls boarding school and relatively ok until sixth form when a girl called Gail joined my boarding house and add me a target of her spite. Nothing physical, just whispered asides to the other sixth former in the house (only 3 of us in the house) laughing and looks. Mocking my clothes and weight (yes I was overweight, comfort eating) kindly suggesting improvements I could make to my looks and dress sense. Get the drift?
Best day of my life when I left, she became a teacher and then took over as headteacher as a pupil referral centre!
50 years on her impact is still felt.

I was bullied by one girl when I was about 9. She was taller than me, but the same age. She used to make me give her a piggyback around the playground every day. Her name was memorable - Shelley Winters. My mum moved me to a different school, and I was fine then.

I went to an all girls secondary and looking back I can’t recall seeing any type of bullying amongst the girls.

Unfortunately I can’t say the same about the staff!

There was a teacher at my junior school who was constantly picking on one particular girl, making hurtful comments, etc. I was only about 10 but was all too aware that it was nasty and spiteful.
I would hope that that sort of thing doesn’t happen any more - it’s bad enough when kids do it.

When I was only 5 or 6 I punched the leader of a little gang of bullies at my primary school when they surrounded a friend of mine in the playground - he was so scared he wet himself and I saw red. I made the bully’s nose bleed and he was sent home with an older child as escort.

I was scared to death all day about what would happen to me, but not a word was said. This at a school where we’d get slapped with a ruler for a spelling mistake. I’m guessing the teachers (dreadful bullies themselves) were well aware they should have tackled the bullying culture at the school and my parents mustn’t have been told.

I dreaded play times at my primary school, a lout would come over, pick me up and throw me against the wall. I was frequently sent home with concussion, but it was only when I was being collected by my parents yet again and vomited over the headmistress's shoes that any notice was taken. The school did nothing to stop it, and in the end I was moved to an all girl school. As I started one year after everyone else I was mocked and sent to Coventry in the playground, but there was no physical violence any more., apart from holding me under in the swimming pool!

Yes. He, egged on by his bunch of mates hit my 6 year old brother with a cricket bat. I went round to his house, and very sweetly asked his Mum if he was coming out to play. We went off to the rec, and I broke his arm, and told him if he ever laid a finger on my brother again, it would be his neck next time. I was 12 at the time. I was so horrified at what I had done, I have never lifted a finger on anyone since.

Dad was in the RAF so I went to a lot of schools. I suppose along the way I learned to look after myself and how to quickly make the right friends.

My only encounter with a bully was during a term at a high school where I had to go before we moved again. The form 'captain' had obviously been elected because most of the class were scared of her.

One day the teacher had to leave the class for a while and asked her to 'keep an eye.' She complained of a draught at the back of her neck and told me to do something about it. You had to use a window pole to close the window so I suggested that as she was the form captain she should take responsibility for closing the window herself because she knew we weren't allowed to.

There's something about being in possession of the pole when you say it.

I was bullied badly at secondary school, every day was an agony of being thumped, kicked, hair pulled. I hated school but didn’t tell my parents who had serious worries of their own. It came to a head when ‘Bernadette’ jumped out one lunchtime and pulled me of my bicycle, breaking my ankle. Mum went to the police, but nothing was ever done, and school took no action either, although the bullies left me alone after that. I was so pleased to leave school!

A girl named Barbara (funnily enough her surname just came back to me). Blonde angelic looking child disguising an unpleasant bullying personality.

I had a multicoloured bruise on my forehead that, according to her, proved I was a ??‍♀️ I was sent to Coventry for weeks. Shame I didn’t know any evil spells that I could cast on her.

I was a bit of a wild child when it came to bullies. I've:
Kicked a girl down a flight of stairs when -after months of her tormenting me- she slapped me across the face
Punched a boy who pulled my cousin's hair
Hit a boy with a textbook after he threatened to hit my 5 year old brother with a door
Oh and there was the time I hit a girl with a muffin after she threw a fork at me.
I would never do anything like this now but I am fiercely protective of my family and I can't stand bullies. Gawd, that's a long list. X

It cut off a bit of my sentence on the first one, she slapped me then dared me to hit her back. X

OMG I wish you were my friend flyinghandbags I was a complete wimp at school. Good for you !

I was bullied at primary school. My brother who was 5 years older than me looked after me until he went on to secondary school and then I was fair game. I was small and weak - I was in and out of hospital every 2 years till I was 9. I’ll never forget them. They were a small gang who threatened to “get you at 4” while sitting in class. Then the rest of the day I was living in fear of how to get home without being caught. I can still feel that fear when I think of them. It ended when we moved to secondary school. There were three levels of secondary school in those days and I got in to the highest level school and they all went to the local lowest grade school. My life was so much better then. My secondary school was in a different town and I never saw them again. I hate bullies.

gillybob I am not a violent person but that sort of lioness instinct kicks in. I feel very sad for victims of bullying. X

My first witnessing of a classmate standing up to a bully was in my first grammar school (I went to three.) I had very little grasp of English schools but always kept my eyes and ears open.

We used to have those little cases that looked like miniature suitcases - satchels came later. We also sat in very old fashioned desks with an aisle between the rows.

One day the class bully, who sat at the back of the room, was asked to go to the front and read something. As she walked close to my desk I noticed the girl across the aisle gently pushing her case sideways just enough to trip her up and send her flying. My instinctive reaction was to reach out my foot and quickly shove it back where it belonged.

I think that moment taught me a lot about standing up to bullies.

So I can remember coming out of a science lesson, when a girl pulled my hair from behind, grappled me to the ground, a crowd gathered and I was so frightened, that I wet myself, in front of said crowd
She contacted me via Facebook to add me as a friend that's when I left Facebook

You didn't need to leave facebook, Dollymc2. You just needed to block her request.

I know Merlot. It just brought back horrible memories, which I hadn't even thought about for many years
Sometimes it's better to leave the past where it belongs...

I don’t remember any bullying at my school maybe there was but i didn’t ever see or hear of any
I still meet up with 15/16 of my old school friends from all those years back

I don’t remember being bullied at school but I was in my village. Before age 9 I had a close friend, and she was 1 year older than me. A new girl 2 years older than me, moved into the village and set her sights on chumming up with my friend and I bore the brunt of her jealousy many times. It was verbal tormenting and then physical. She’d lure me into going some place with her and the other girl, and then she would turn her nastiness on me when no adults were around to see.
I ran home one day, crying all the way. My big sister said “Enough!”.
She waylaid the bully as she passed our house, and gave her one or two whacks of a hairbrush she was holdings the time - warning her to stay away from me unless she wanted more of the same.

*holding at the time

When I was about 7, a boy who was a year younger than me used to make me lie down and he sat on me! This happened often at playtime.I dreaded it. One of my friends ran and told the playground supervisor, but she laughed and said he was only playing!
I finally told my mum, and she went in to school and complained, and he stopped. Why didn’t I tell her in the first place? I think I didn’t want to worry her.
After a time, this boy didn’t seem to be in school. I asked one of his friends, and he said he’d moved. His dad was in the RAF.

Hallelujah! I was so happy.

I remember his name and face to this day. He was a sturdy boy, I was a skinny little thing, he was heavy when he sat on me. Still makes me very uncomfortable to think about it, 60 odd years later.

I was very lucky in my junior school and my secondary school as I don't recall any bullies at either school. I went to the junior school in 1960 and secondary school in 1964. The only problem that there was was at junior school when we had a horrible teacher who bullied us, hitting and slapping us, for very little reason.

Oh yes! I had skinny legs and braces on my teeth so I was an obvious target right through school. I do remember one of the bullies had to be sent home from school camp as she was ‘homesick’. Turned out she had wet the bed which we discovered after she had gone. She never bullied anyone again!