Today, I was thinking a little bit about "bullying"...
I often see the "little kid" in the eyes of some of my high school students when we hit the topic of stereotypes and especially bullying in school. I'll ask that they not necessarily raise their hand, but if they will just think back to when they were in elementary school and middle school (for some of them, that is not that long ago...) and it is hard to define, but it's a sort of wistfulness that sweeps across their face. It's a notion that they are having a vague feeling of nostalgia mixed with a sort of melancholy. I know from their faces that they have been the victim of hurtful words from time to time. We all have. I remember once when someone I didn't even know called me a name, based on my physical characteristics. I was stung, and then I was just angry. I understand how it feels to be bullied. Our school counselor is going to be doing a presentation to our school next Monday on cyber-bullying, and I can hardly wait to hear it. I think it does us...
