mechanicalgirl39 wrote:
Horus wrote:
Those pigs are lucky I didn't pull a Columbine on their a**es. I came darn close to doing so and I had the means (dad had plenty of semi-automatic firearms), the motive and the opportunity.
I know how you feel.
I remember being 12 and planning to get a machine gun and walk into my school and waste everyone who'd ever bullied me.
I'm the opposite...thought about pulling a Jeremy almost every day. Only reason I didn't is that I had no way to get a gun. Middle school was miserable.
Partway through grade 9, I gave up trying to fit in. Surprisingly, people seemed to like me a lot better after that, although I was never popular. There were a couple of girls who went out of their way to make high school hell, but it didn't always work.
I had a lot of friends, as I made an effort to figure out who was feeling left out, unpopular, and unhappy and went out of my way to befriend them. It was a small school (24 in my graduating class), so I got to know girls (it was also all-girls) in the grades above and grades below me. My best friend was a year ahead of me, and my "sister" was two years behind. I was known as smart, artisic, and "dark." (They meant "goth," but no one knew the term at the time.) Three of my friends and I were called "the Freak Posse." It pissed the popular kids off when we began calling ourselves Freak Posse (still love that term)! I'd been writing poetry for years, and in 9th grade I began sharing my poems. This made me more of a freak, but some people thought it was awesome that I wrote poetry and wasn't embarrassed. I write a lot of social commentary into my poems -- I'm not sure how many people got it, but as it turned out, a lot of people liked it. My class elected me to speak at our graduation, something I'd dreamed about for years but figured I'd never get to do, because I was most emphatically not popular and didn't really get along with most of my classmates. But by that point, as one of my classmates I was friends with told me, "Well, maybe you're a freak, but your
our freak." I read a poem at graduation.