how did you deal with recess at school?

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You realize most of you are saying that other children made your life quite miserable......and YET went ppl have a misanthropy thread on this site most of you seem to think ppl are not that bad....LIKE WTF?!?!?!?!

Face it, most of your suffering in life has been caused by other humans being ASSSSSSSSHOLES!! !! !! !

lel, all i remember is either sitting in the classroom, reading a book, or waking around the campus unsupervised and with no particular direction. our school was built on the foothills, overlooking the ocean so our view wasn't bad, but the campus itself was pretty too, i think. lots of frayed roses, and an empty lot with old murals where there once was trailer classrooms (they were torn down for excessive mold).

recess was 20 minutes so i didn't get to do much. i talked about birds with a classmate a few times and we walked around the playground.

when i got to middle school i could have sworn that the green field with the evergreens, the sketchy bathroom structure, the odd trench on the far end, and the baseball diamond where the high schoolers practiced, that it was smaller than the one on my elementary school. it certainly wasn't, i could have sworn that it was. although i was smaller then, everything seems so much better, yeah...that's it.

the kindergarten and preschool classes had a much smaller, fenced in playground. i'm glad i went to a different school those years with more open space, or i would have freaked the hell out, trapped in there.

i wandered during lunch period too. 45 minutes to do pretty much nothing (after i ate, that was supervised, and mandatory). after we had finished our meals, we would get in a sort of horizontal like facing the playground, with a few balls littered around an would wait for a short of signal from the elderly supervisor, and we'd run to the playground and it would be first come, first serve.

but yeah, i had nothing to do for those 45 minted besides wander around and, if i felt like it, trigger an "off the hill!! !" from another supervisor.

Library.

From my first year in school I wanted to stay inside and read but the teacher said it would be better for me to mix with the other kids. I wonder if they ever noticed that I never actually did that.

Over the years there were usually one or two that I would hang out with who were also outcasts. Alone or with them, it was just wandering around aimlessly for the most part.

In the later years, as soon as there was a library to go to, that's where I would be.

lol correct

Slave – I have no idea if this comment is directed to me. Or not. But...

When I was little, I just figured that the mean little children would eventually “grow out of it” and become nice/pleasant adults. After all, all the adults I knew (basically my parent’s friends) were nice to me. They seemed to recognize that there was something different about me and treated me as being “special”.

Later, when I was an adult (mostly in my 30s and 40s), I used to wonder – what happened to all those mean little children who “made my life miserable”? What type of adults did they grow up and become? I am still wondering.

more than 50% of humans are bastards, but then we're a very diverse species. some humans are actually nice, although hard to find. and because they're hard to find, you appreciate it more when finding some people who are actually decent human beings.

usually, animals are nicer. cats seem to bully much less. they fight over territory and food and attention, but they dont bully without a reason.

i'm sticking with cats.

little bullies grow up to be big bullies, but they have to hide it or they'll suffer the repercussions: going to jail for harassment, losing their job when bullying on the job, shunned by society, a lawsuite, ect. so they pretend to be nice while drowning kittens and puppies quietly behind closed doors.

Oh boy! When I first attended primary school (started age 5 in the UK) my mother took me to school, and because I had no friends and could make no friends, she stayed with me until the bell rang, chatting to me by the school fence. It was sad; my mum was my only friend at that age. In the other recess times through the day, I literally wandered around the playground, walking a circuit like someone out on their "constitutional," while the other kids played together.

I did make one or two friends eventually, and I had someone to play with, but nothing that lasted long.

In secondary school/high school, again at first I had no friends, so I just sat to the side with my head stuck in a book -- always, always reading a book, minding my own business. We were permitted to access the library at certain breaktimes, so I went in there and read too. I again managed to find a friend to hang around with, but when that faded after a year or two, I thought I'd made a couple of new friends -- but they were best friends together, and they would constantly try to dump me by "tactfully" "wandering off." It's funny but I didn't even cotton onto what they were doing at the time. It was only much later when I would look back upon my memory of events, that the penny dropped that they didn't want me around and that's why they kept physically drifting away. So awful how clueless I was.

I just stood around and watched everyone else, much to the annoyance of the teachers who were on recess duty.

Thankfully, there was no recess during my HS years. In fact, everyone was given the right to go off school property usually for lunch.

Maybe, just maybe, if you changed the "humans" to "individual(s)" you'd start to see that there is a difference between humans are a**holes and Bob is an a**hole.

When you get there you might want to further narrow it down to Bob was an a**hole today. (If Bob is an a**hole every day why are you still hanging out with Bob? )

If he's not an a**hole every day then you probably shouldn't be declaring he is an a**hole, but rather he was acting like an a**hole in that situation.

When you reach that point you might want to consider that Bob isn't an extension of the digestive track (unless you're into naming people's butts) and a**hole may have been too harsh of a category.

What an interesting thread.

My approach to recess at school was influenced by my prior experience in interacting with other children. As far as I can remember, most other children did not want to play with me, so I kept to myself.

In primary school, during the breaks, I either walked around observing the activities in the schoolyard from a detached perspective, or I sat down and ate my lunch, sometimes perched on top of a 4 metre high climbing structure. On a few occasions some children played structured games that involved queuing up and no communication, where I could join in without being hassled.

At times I had a friend, and we may have spent some time together during the breaks.

In secondary/high school I continued to mostly keep to myself for many years, and I actively avoided the obvious schoolyard bullies. The school library was a great place. This worked well most of the time, and only on one occasion did a bully attack me with physical violence, while I was having my lunch break in a quiet corner.

Since my family moved a number of times, in total I went to five different schools. Whilst other newcomers quickly mingled with the other children, I remained an outsider, even over periods of several years. The more I observed others, the sillier their behaviour appeared to me, and the less I had any desire to join their activities.

During the last three years of high school, I became friends with someone in the next higher grade, who was similarly disinterested in group activities, and we spent the time talking about our favourite topics. And finally, during these years I also met my future wife, the one girl in my age group who also avoided being part of any cliques or schoolyard group activity

So overall, things did get better over time, not by joining the social games, but by minimising social interactions.

I generally liked it. I did have friends in some grades and liked being outside. A break from classes was always good I would amuse myself well enough. Swings and such always helped.

not directed at a specific WP user

I am not sure how to take that. Could you elaborate? (Pm would be fine if you don't care to share with everyone)