Marquis De Sade
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Totally agree with the OP. I personally feel that there are life lessons to be learned in the battlefield that is the playground and there is a certain danger (perhaps "danger" is too strong a word, but it's the first that came to mind), in handling the matter in some sort of paper form.
I was one of many targets of a school bully in my grade school and it seemed as if the teachers either didn't care, didn't believe us or didn't listen. Not sure about the other kids but I never told my parents. During one particular violent incident involving my being choked, instinct suggested in that moment that I react to violence with more violence. Enough to neutralize the threat but not too much that I get in trouble for it. I was never touched again and learned a LOT all from those few seconds about respect, the politics of the schoolyard, the importance of reputations, how words can hurt more than physical violence, and how to get all the girls to want to give you their phone numbers.
Lessons I carry with me and use to this day and probably wouldn't ever have learned or more importantly, understood, had it all been dealt with in the form of a stupid fine because nothing beats personal experience and having to live with the consequences, good or bad, of your own choices.
This happened after the age where whatever my parents had taught me as a small child about morals, the differences between right and wrong, etc. were embedded deep within my psyche however. If they hadn't taught me all that, goodness knows what might've become of that boy's skull.
So, yeah. Fines = Stoopid. Parents = Important. Bullies = Beat them to dust.
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I was one of many targets of a school bully in my grade school and it seemed as if the teachers either didn't care, didn't believe us or didn't listen. Not sure about the other kids but I never told my parents. During one particular violent incident involving my being choked, instinct suggested in that moment that I react to violence with more violence. Enough to neutralize the threat but not too much that I get in trouble for it. I was never touched again and learned a LOT all from those few seconds about respect, the politics of the schoolyard, the importance of reputations, how words can hurt more than physical violence, and how to get all the girls to want to give you their phone numbers.
Lessons I carry with me and use to this day and probably wouldn't ever have learned or more importantly, understood, had it all been dealt with in the form of a stupid fine because nothing beats personal experience and having to live with the consequences, good or bad, of your own choices.
This happened after the age where whatever my parents had taught me as a small child about morals, the differences between right and wrong, etc. were embedded deep within my psyche however. If they hadn't taught me all that, goodness knows what might've become of that boy's skull.
So, yeah. Fines = Stoopid. Parents = Important. Bullies = Beat them to dust.
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