Kid wouldn't fight, died of injuries

It is important to distinguish the types of bullying because different interventions are required for each.
Would you want our female students unaddressed by the problem of bullying?

This first article is what one would call a "survey of the literature" it collects available data from studies up to the time of publication. If you would like to read the entirety of the article that would be come clear to you.

Dollars to donuts, no one misunderstood, Matt, even in the rigorous debate going on here.

Are you that far removed from society that you haven't witnessed this behaviour yourself? Sure, there evidence that violence perpetrated by females is on the rise. Yes, women, girls can be violent. That's not a mystery.
However, this in no way changes the fact that girls are far more verbal or love to talk. They're instigators. Social media is perfect for their type of bullying. It doesn't have to involve violence, no broken nails or pulled hair. It can be done quickly, quietly, sneakily. It's dead easy to spread rumours or embarrassing pictures without the victim being any wiser. It takes a few years for boys to get that devious or get enough testosterone out of their blood stream.

True enough... Nonetheless the odd girl who really could throw hard punches would have a serious advantage simply because of the rarity of it.

My girlfriend can take down men twice her size.
This is her advantage in a battle field.
This ability is not an advantage to her in a classroom or on a playground.
My suggestion is to ensure that children's playgrounds are not battlefields.

At 14 years old, 6'1" (with thick curly hair adding another couple inches) and 260 pounds I easily had 100-125 pounds and several inches on most kids. Pus I'm built like a fullback, sure I was chubby but I was also pretty damn strong with shoulders wider than most grown men and was being eyed by the high school football and wrestling teams as early as 7th grade.

I've never really gotten into anything more than a playground scuffle but I do remember one instance of landing a terrifying punch. It was the day after a kid sucker punched me in the stomach which left me humiliated and crying in the street (hit me square in the solar plexus-his dad was a doctor and i believe he'd been coaching him on anatomy in retalliation because I unknowingly sold them a broken lawnmower). In math class the next day I landed a single, thunderous blow into the kids shoulder. The thud was so loud that the room came to a hush and I thought I'd killed the poor kid. He was stunned for a minute but brushed it off. I could tell that I caused him physical pain and watched his arm droop for a short time. I felt terribly guilty about that for quite awhile. We eventually reconciled and other than the time I accidentally stepped on his face (ouch) and possibly broke his nose (yikes) when they tried the old "one person kneel behind me and another push me over trick". If you're wondering- you can't really make a 260 pound kid fall over but you can make him lose his footing. In such a situation it isn't wise to be kneeling down with one's face in the vacinity of the giant's lumbering foot.

There were times that I wanted to fight but two things would stop me. First, my conscience. I was never comfortable with the idea of hurting someone even if they had hurt me. The second reason is that the school would charge a $200 fine to any student caught fighting whether in self defense or not. Being poor and not wanting to cause my (single) mother any hardships I always kept my hands in my pockets. Now that I'm 32 years old I believe this fine was a lie.

There was one instance that I'm especially proud of. I was in 12th grade and my growing had stopped so I wasn't the biggest kid anymore but still quite large. There was a special needs student who I knew a little but not much. He had some physical and mental problems but also seemed to occasionally be standoffish. Nonetheless I would say hi to him and did carry his books or help him to class if he got lost again. One day he was trying to open a soda bottle and accidentally dropped it. He picked it up and the jarring made the soda burst out all over the hall and other students when he opened it. Everyone was cool with it except this one little **** head. The little **** head pushed the disabled boy and well, I hit the freaking ceiling. The shithead didn't know I was watching the entire thing and I ran over to stand between them. I stared this kid down. I will never forget look in his eyes that was a mix of utter shock and "oh my god I'm going to die". Man, if I could have had a camera. I didn't have to lay a finger on him, my point was well-received.

You don't have to fight to win.

I wonder if he 'd still be with us, intact,
if he had been known by the predators to have been well armed.

Predators prefer their prey to be HELPLESS
and not to fight back.





David

More police ??

That's a perfect description of you and McCarthy, Sig. Scum like you loved backstabbing people, trapping them with your lies, your innuendo, your whispers behind their backs.

And you actually brag about being that type of scum. You brag about enjoying doing that to people.

That 's a good rule, boomer!
Self preservation is the first law of Nature.





David