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sagesariaSnaggled from Sami-chan AKA Lord Magus:
I have been sleeping most of the day because of a headache the size of California with a side of nausea. Blech. I feel mostly better now, but it still kinda hurts.
There was a mouse in Volleyball today. He probably came from outside, since the doors were open. He was a TEENY TINY little grey thing! SO CYUTE!!! I know, most people will probably disagree with me, but whatever.
Apparently I made an enemy and an ally out of complete strangers. There's this girl, Megan. Never met her until last year when she was a freshman. I'd never talked to her or seen her except in class with me, but she apparently has a problem with me. To the point of harassing me as a hobby. The first time this happened was last year in the locker room when she tapped me on the shoulder just so she could scream in my face when I turned around. It was very "WTFF?", but it was one incident.
Now they're getting more frequent. It's obvious that she hates me, for whatever reason she made up in her little mind. I'm trying to push her aside, but it's very jarring and unpleasent to have someone suddenly scream at the top of her lungs the minute I come within two feet of her.
But anyway, the ally; again, someone I'd never met before, but she cornered me before class once (not literally cornered, but you know what I mean) I told me not to let Megan keep picking on me. Today I saw her in the halls and told me that she just told Ms. Mangene (Child Development) about what Megan's been doing. It's nice to know that there are still underclassmen with some common sense and a heart.
We had to pick out some books to read for Creative Writing today. I found this one that looked really intriguing; the second volume of a series called The SpellSong Cycle. I couldn't find the first volume, but I had to have the book; looking at the cover was like "ZOMG BARDS!!!"
And now...I'm going to try to eat something.
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I have been sleeping most of the day because of a headache the size of California with a side of nausea. Blech. I feel mostly better now, but it still kinda hurts.
There was a mouse in Volleyball today. He probably came from outside, since the doors were open. He was a TEENY TINY little grey thing! SO CYUTE!!! I know, most people will probably disagree with me, but whatever.
Apparently I made an enemy and an ally out of complete strangers. There's this girl, Megan. Never met her until last year when she was a freshman. I'd never talked to her or seen her except in class with me, but she apparently has a problem with me. To the point of harassing me as a hobby. The first time this happened was last year in the locker room when she tapped me on the shoulder just so she could scream in my face when I turned around. It was very "WTFF?", but it was one incident.
Now they're getting more frequent. It's obvious that she hates me, for whatever reason she made up in her little mind. I'm trying to push her aside, but it's very jarring and unpleasent to have someone suddenly scream at the top of her lungs the minute I come within two feet of her.
But anyway, the ally; again, someone I'd never met before, but she cornered me before class once (not literally cornered, but you know what I mean) I told me not to let Megan keep picking on me. Today I saw her in the halls and told me that she just told Ms. Mangene (Child Development) about what Megan's been doing. It's nice to know that there are still underclassmen with some common sense and a heart.
We had to pick out some books to read for Creative Writing today. I found this one that looked really intriguing; the second volume of a series called The SpellSong Cycle. I couldn't find the first volume, but I had to have the book; looking at the cover was like "ZOMG BARDS!!!"
And now...I'm going to try to eat something.
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Date: 2005-09-16 03:48 pm (UTC)Study what she does. Learn how she operates. Bullies love patterns and bullies usually have styles. They do and say the same things the same way over and over again, because they think they can rely on their actions working out the same way. They do their trick, and they get their payoff (approval of others, dominance, money, etc)
The best way to discourage them is
1) Deny them their payoff
2) Take control of the interaction away from them such that they can't predict what will happen if they do what they do.
#1 is what most people are thinking when they say "just ignore them" or "don't let them bother you". Unfortunately if the payoff comes from somewhere else (not you) then those two things aren't really going to be effective, and it becomes likely that you'll need to strike back somehow.
One of the most effective counters to someone who's just being verbally annoying, remember is to treat their "attack" as the first line of an improv sketch, that you draw THEM into. This not only shines a spotlight on their behaviour, but demonstrates to all that it is you who is in control and not they. (and this is especially powerful if they use a "script" which you co-opt and rewrite)
For instance- you turn around and they shout in your face.
You: Shout back (louder if possible) WHAT? I can't hear you over all this noise!
They: (probably shout back some more hopefully saying something)
You: Deliberately MIS understand what they say and then shout it back at them as a question, asking for clarification.
"You're a Bitch!"
"What? Where's the ditch? We're inside"
"YOU'RE A BITCH!"
"What? Euro- bitch? I'm not from Europe. I was born in Woodbridge!"
"YOU ARE A BITCH!"
"Yes I AM A WITCH. But I only do good magic."
"YOU ARE A FUCKING BIIIIIIIITCH!"
"Where does it itch?"
"You want to lick a light switch?"
"You need to duck a trailer hitch?"
"Your duck is stuck in a niche?"
"The house began to twitch?"
etc. etc.
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Date: 2005-09-16 03:58 pm (UTC)She likes to shout, just shout right? Not saying anything, right?
Just making noise, like a dog who can't talk?
Here's your reply:
"What's that Lassie? Billy's been kidnapped by circus folk and tied to a keg of dynamite on the train tracks?"
NOW, No matter what else she says after that, treat it like the barking in a "Lassie" episode, but get progressively funnier as you let "Lassie's barking" clarify or correct what you repeat back.
And the real joke? Well, Lassie is not only a word for "girl", but Lassie herself was a female dog...