After watching "Youth as a Teenager", as a person who has experienced school violence, I am really glad to see such a movie with this theme on the big screen.
I know that not every child must have suffered school violence in their growth, but if they have suffered, even if only once, the damage caused to their hearts may never be truly healed.
I am often very fortunate that I live in the 21st century, a highly civilized age, and many problems can be solved. However, school violence is still an unsolved problem. It's probably really something that exists for any race, any class, any country. Really, it's been 9012 years, and I still can't think of how to deal with school violence.
If you don't fight back, you endure, then you will always be bullied and destroyed.
You resist, and even if you resist once, you will never know how cruel revenge awaits you.
You tell the teacher, tell the parents, but the result may be more cruel revenge.
I actually admire Chen Nian's bravery, at least trying to resist.
But compared to more bullied students, Chen Nian's luck lies in the fact that she met someone like Xiao Bei who was willing to follow behind her to protect her. Most bullied people have no such luck.
I was bullied when I was in elementary school. I was just bullied casually by my classmates, not long-term bullying against me. But just randomly bullying me a few times was enough to destroy my fragile childhood self-esteem.
In the second grade of elementary school, a male classmate in the class bullied me for no reason, pushed me to the ground, and then kicked me. Does it hurt? In fact, I don't remember the pain at all. At the time, I thought it was a trivial matter. What made me even more uncomfortable was being laughed at by my classmates.
Also in the second grade of elementary school, the boy in the front seat spit on me, and the water from the mop threw on me. What made me uncomfortable was that it was obviously the clothes that my mother had just washed for me, and she had to wash them again.
I dare not tell the teacher or the parents for fear of retaliation.
I was bullied not only by boys, but also by girls.
Girls don't hit people, but they will sarcastically ridicule you. Laugh at your ugly clothes, laugh at your old clothes, laugh at your outdated clothes and be your family's old clothes. One day I was wearing new clothes, and a very annoying girl in our class even looked at me sarcastically, "Yo xxx, you are wearing new clothes." I still want to slap her when I think about it.
Not only my classmates bullied me, but my classmates' parents also bullied me.
When we changed classrooms from the third grade to the fourth grade, I had an argument with a girl over a stool, and we both thought that the stool should be ours. Then in the afternoon she asked her mother to come to school. Her mother reprimanded me severely, and told me that it was her daughter's stool, and then asked her daughter to hold a marker pen in front of me and stand on the stool arrogantly. Write your name on it.
I didn't dare to tell my parents, I was afraid they would be worried, and I didn't dare to tell the teacher.
It's actually very strange. My family has good material conditions since I was a child. It can even be said that I am far superior to those who bullied me and the girl who mocked me for wearing my family's old clothes. When I was in the second or third grade of elementary school, my dad would drive me to school. What was the era in the early 2000s? At least in Luoyang, there were too few families who could drive. Many children would be very excited when they saw the "car". Most of the children would be excited to ask for a co-pilot. For the age that looks very majestic. But my parents are very frugal, and they also require me to live a simple life and not to be extravagant. So I wear a lot of my family's old clothes, my aunt's, my brother's. Even before my junior year, I had very little pocket money. For thrift. So I often think back to when people laugh at my old clothes and think, is it necessary for parents to let their children wear ill-fitting old clothes in order to save money?
It was the same girl who grabbed the stool. One day when she was in the third grade, she didn't bring a homework book. The math teacher asked her to go out to buy it. She said she had no money. But she is very popular, and almost everyone in the class bullies her. No one stepped forward to help her. A book costs one dollar, and I only brought a dime that day. After all, in 2002, children only brought a dime to school. Then I gave her a dime, and she was still standing in the classroom with the money. The teacher asked her, "Why don't you go out and buy it if someone else lent you money?"
She said that the hair she gave me was not enough.
Then I couldn't forget the teacher's mocking expression, "A book is a piece, what's the use of giving her a dime, what will you buy?"
When I was 9 years old, all I thought was that we could scrape together a dime, and she could buy it if we scraped together enough. After the whole class finished laughing at me with the teacher, a female classmate stood up and gave her a dollar, so she went to buy a book.
How did I get out. count me lucky.
When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I met the first boy in my life who chased me. He happened to be the number one "bad boy" in the class when I was a child, that is, the children would be very sarcastic in the class to comment on the "Four Heavenly Kings" Hahaha, he's the guy in that team. After being liked by him, no one dared to bully me again. Just like Chen Nian, I am no longer bullied because I am "protected" by others. But I'm worried that one day if he doesn't like me anymore, I'll be bullied again.
In the first year of junior high school, there was a male deskmate, because the two of us were still talking in class, and the teacher scolded him. In fact, it seemed that we didn't speak. Did I ask him a question or something? I can't remember clearly. In the end, he thought it was all my fault for the teacher to discipline him, and then stood in the class after class and lost his temper at me. I was very timid. Sitting on my seat, he dared not move or speak, he pointed at me and scolded me, and then kicked my stool. But I dare not say anything. I also didn't dare to go to the class downstairs to tell my little first love in elementary school, because I knew he would definitely avenge me, I didn't want to see a fight, and I didn't want to be worried by him. Because my little first love was still the "bad boy" in the school in junior high school, but the same desk bullied me was the "good student" and "good boy" in our class. On the campus of junior high school, it is too easy for a bad boy to treat a good boy, and he certainly can’t even deal with it, so even if he is bullied, even if it is embarrassing, I still didn’t tell the teacher, I didn’t tell the parents, and I didn’t Tell the little first love who can protect me. I don't want to be known that I was bullied and shameless. I also don't want to see the person I like take revenge on others in order to protect me, only to be punished by the school in the end. Another reason is that I don't want the person who bullied me, my roommate, to be retaliated by a boy of the same age, and he will definitely not be able to raise his head.
I don't know how I was so stupid at the time, but now I'm sure I won't think about someone who hurt me like that anymore.
After the third year of junior high, I became more cheerful, I have more friends, and no one bullied me. But there are still two girls and one boy in our class. They are the targets of bullying in the class for a long time, and they will always be bullied.
The male classmate Z is bullied by the whole class all the year round. I personally saw a "little gangster" kick Z off the podium with one foot and turn over several tables. Both boys and girls bully him. I even remember a girl, the "little sister" in the class at the time, after a conflict with z, the gangsters in the class, including those who liked her, all bullied z more brutally together. No one stopped me, including me. Because I am cowardly, I dare not. Later, Z changed schools.
There are two girls in our class because they are not good-looking. The boys in the class call them "ghosts" and are unwilling to approach them or sit at the same table with them. They have a smell on them. One of them was beaten violently by a boy in front of the whole class. I am cowardly, and I dare not stand up and speak. But at that time, I remember that there seemed to be a female classmate in the class who stood up to stop it.
After high school, I changed even more, and became the "little sister" that my high school classmates now use to ridicule me. Although I never thought these three words could have anything to do with me, the rebellious me in the first year of high school was indeed not bullied again.
There are actually many reasons for being bullied. You are beautiful and others are jealous of you and then you are bullied. You are ugly and others despise you and then you are bullied. Bullying, if you have money, others will not be convinced, then you will be bullied and robbed of money, if you have no money, others will look down on you, then you will be bullied, if you are cheerful, others will try to pick on you, then you will be bullied, if you are introverted, others will pick on soft persimmons and then you will being bullied.
When someone wants to bully you, they don't even need a reason.
Are children really innocent and beautiful? Do not. "Because I don't like you, I just want to hit you." I have heard this sentence. Even if not tell me.
What happened to the students who have been targeted for a long time?
I remember there was a boy C in the elementary school class, and the whole class bullied him, male or female. The only people who don't bully him are me and my little first love. As for me, it's not my turn to bully others because I'm too weak. Of course, I don't want to bully others. The little first love will not even protect him. I remember a male classmate kicked him and dumped him into the garbage heap, and I remember the girls beat him and kicked him with a ruler. He really may not be lucky enough, he is not good-looking and not smart, not only his classmates bully him, not even one of the teachers likes him. When I was in the second grade of elementary school one day at the school gate at noon, I saw his mother yelling at him when he was picking him up from school, "Look, you are stupid, the teachers don't want you, let you repeat, and I don't want you anymore." Riding a bicycle, he turned around and left, crying bitterly while wiping his tears with his sleeve, while helplessly shouting "Mom, I was wrong, you don't want me", stumbled and chased after his mother's bicycle. When I saw this scene across the road, I couldn't help but burst into tears. If it is said that other students are bullied because they may have problems with their personalities, they are really not likable, they do have some minor problems, or they like to cause trouble to others. But c is really not, he is sincere and kind to people. I remember him being dark-skinned, with tiny eyes and crooked teeth, but he still had a bright smile. But it's useless, elementary school students, no one cares whether your character is good or not. Everyone just bullies him, some people laugh at him ugly, some laugh at him stupid, some laugh at him for being slow to respond, and some laugh at him as poor. Maybe because I've never bullied him, he's always been nice to me. I haven't seen him since graduating from elementary school. I happened to be in the same exam room with him when I graduated from junior high school and took the middle school entrance examination. He looked like he was stupid and would be bullied, but he talked to me. It's pure and sunny. I wanted to cry when I saw him laugh, and I wanted to thank God for allowing him to have a beautiful heart without being completely destroyed. I think it may be that he has a strong heart and doesn't care about those atrocities. I haven't seen him since then, but I always sincerely hope that he will be happy and happy forever.
How are the bullies doing now?
After so many years, the people who bullied me in elementary school, I see that they are all losers now, and I drive a Mercedes-Benz that they may not be able to drive for a lifetime, and live in a good house that they may not be able to live in their entire life. But even so, it can not relieve my heart that has been beaten since childhood. The psychological damage I suffered as a child will never be undone. Even if one day these people apologize to me, I will not forgive them. I'm just bitterly hoping that they've been living this loser all along.
I was lucky enough to be able to get out of being "bullied". I don't know how many people have been bullied, but have experienced the end of redemption, and I can't imagine how cruel and sad each time this eternal disaster is.
From elementary school to high school, I have seen many classmates who were bullied. Some are bullied by only a small group, some are bullied by a class together, and some are even bullied by a grade and a school. I don't know what happened to them afterward, but I hope their life goes as smoothly as possible.
I was only bullied a few times, but it wasn't serious enough to bully me. I am also lucky enough to meet someone who was willing to protect me when I was young. When I grew up, I became stronger and became someone who others dare not bully.
But I don't know how many people who are bullied are not so lucky, and they have been seriously hurt their physical and mental growth.
I don't know if bullying will end one day, but I hope that all bullies will be punished the most.
I don't know what the solution to school violence is, but what I feel is that, dear child, no matter what kind of torture you are suffering now, please be strong. If your parents are rational enough, be sure to communicate with them. If you meet any rational and enthusiastic teacher, be sure to ask him for help. If there is no such adult around you, you must not give up on yourself, no matter how difficult today is, please do not give up on yourself, you must work hard to make yourself grow and become stronger, because when you grow up, you have strength , they will no longer have anyone to bully you. Dear child, please be brave and never give up on yourself.
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