Once - In 3-4th grade, I told everyone that some other little girl had cooties (no I have no idea what those are, didn't then and don't now - just that they were nasty) - then in gym class no one touch the ball (in some dumb bounce the ball game) after she touched it. Well I made her cry and I am pretty sure I am the only kid expelled from the third grade for a day. I still remember that she looked so sad no matter what I did to make it up to her - never did it again, just did not feel good to be mean
No, never the bully. I was the hero, or tried to be. I couldn't sit there while some kid who's clearly scared to death is getting picked on by a d-bag (pardon) who's loving it. I fought alot because of this. Spent alot of time grounded too. Some of my friends are/were bullies in school. They know how i feel about it though. I'm not the bullying type, nor the victim. I was the Iffy guy who was cool with everyone, no allegiance to anyone, the funny guy. I walked to a different beat and lived by my own rules. Respect people and they will respect you back ten-fold. If that's what my school was going for when they said "Teach the masses" i think they did a good job.
Bravo. My son always tried to be the hero too - his biggest fight in school was over a racial slur directed at the only black kiddo in his class - he let the bully hit him twice before a one punch drop. I think the principal wanted to give him an award but did have to send him home for a day or two for fighting because he called me to apologize and tell me that my son did the right thing. ( a rule about fighting affects all who do it)
I did stand up for my friends and got punched in the face a few times as a consequence. Totally worth it.