Erin, I love you.
I have to say that my whole life I always stuck up for kids who were picked on too. I remember this boy, Brent in elementary school. He was grossly obese. I bet he weighed 200 lbs. And he smelled like urine. He had not one friend. I used to walk home from school with him every day. I remember really wanting to tell him that he stunk so he could take care of it and people would stop picking on him. I was like, "Smell my arm. What does it smell like? Okay, now smell your arm. What does it smell like?" We were in first grade! It didn't work. I also regularly got stuffed in a garbage can on the walk home with him by these twin boys Doug and Robert. Until I told my mom and she went over to there house and spoke to their mom. Also, in highschool my english teacher was racist. We only had about 9 black kids in our school at this time and she so obviously treated them differently. My friends and I were always allowed to write our papers at home on our typewriters (lol) instead of in the school computer lab. Seriously, we only wanted to do that so we could goof around in class. But anyway, we overheard her telling Roderick, the one black boy in our class, (who was so super smart he used to tutor me in chemistry and was a better teacher than the chemistry teacher. He'd never cheat, he was way too smart.) that he had to type his papers at school so she could know that he was writing them himself and that if he insisted on writing them at home she would give him no higher than a C. I was like WHA??? and stood up to question her. Her face turned all red and she sent me out of the class and then called my mom to tell her I was disrespectful. I told my mom what happened and she marched up to the school and put that teacher in her place. Roderick was so shy he would have never spoken up. I hate bullies.