The Day My Bully Became My Best Friend. По jojo20000000000000000 , Обновлено. Копировать My bully became my best friend in a day. Текст Раскадровки.
There she stood: tall frame, athletic build, mousey brown hair and round-rimmed glasses. I never feared someone more in my life. She always had a smile on her face and a Mary Kate and Ashley book in hand. I thought to myself, "I like Mary Kate and Ashley. Maybe we can be friends." With my Oshkosh overalls, lace trimmed socks and 90's haircut, I took a deep breath and tapped her shoulder.
This is the day that started years of bullying and gaining a best friend. Growing up with a multitude of cousins was a blast at every family party — there was always someone to play with, but the little girl I wanted to play with most wanted nothing to do with me. She always had a little red head girl with her, who seemed to be the leader.
They would laugh, skip, play, and be together all day long. They were like Mary Kate and Ashley themselves — always cute, always funny, always happy — always together. I wondered who they really were, other than just "Erica and Kelley." Being the youngest cousin made me looked down upon by the older cousins, and left out by the ones a few years older than me.
I always hung out with the adults, and my Grandma would always encourage me to play with the two girls. This is not a valid email, please try again. The first day I tried was at our family 4th of July party. We were all in the pool, and the two girls were playing Tea Party underwater. Not being a great swimmer, I was holding on to the edge of the pool. I mustered up the courage to doggy paddle across to them and asked "Hey!
Whatcha guys doin'?" The red headed girl rolled her eyes at me and said, "Nicole. Go away. We don't want you to play with us." I doggy paddled back to the ladder, climbed out and proceeded to cry in my Mom's arms. Five years later, the scenario was a little different. The little red-haired girl wasn't around as much at our Grandma's house, but the girl with the mousey brown hair was. She looked different, and she acted a whole lot nicer too. Erica was as cool as I wanted to be — flip phone, highlighted hair, jean skirt from Hollister and wore contacts.
My 13-year-old awkward self couldn't be more jealous. That year we became closer than ever as our Grandmother was battling Breast Cancer. When we lost our Grandma, we both gained something else — a bond. Today, at 21 and 27 years old, Erica and I are best friends. As for the little red-haired girl, we became closer too.
She now lives in Vegas and is a mommy. Every day, Erica calls me. She tells me about her day, her work life, her love life,or to discuss with me what happened this week on Grey's Anatomy.
My childhood bully is now my best friend and the sister I never had. I still tease her about the days she tormented me and how now she can't get away from me.
I'm thankful that all the years of bullying paid off. The years of having to dance at the same dance studio and be compared to her are over. The years of trying to play Mary Kate and Ashley computer games with her is over. Now, I look forward to the day we both get married and can be bridesmaids in each other's weddings.
I look forward to the day she starts her own family. I look forward to having her by my side no matter what. The years of torment are over and my bully is now my bestie. I lived for every practice and every game. I lived for the countless hours in the gym or my driveway perfecting every shot, every pass and every move I could think of.
Every night after dinner, I would go shoot and would not allow myself to go inside until I hit a hundred shots. I had a desire to play, to get better and to be the best basketball player I could possibly be. I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did.
They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running.
These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the and supported me through the years. This is not a valid email, please try again. SEE ALSO: Along with the good coaches, are a few . These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.
I had and love for the game of basketball. When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone; it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game.
My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me." SEE ALSO: Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach: Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off" and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either.
I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake; I simply didn't have an answer.
The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself; not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, you turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records.
It’s about the players. You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won’t have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.
I was raised to love the sport basketball. My mom went to the University of Kansas, so obviously it's a must to know everything there is to know about basketball. While I did play it for a while, I'm a much better fan of the sport than player. However, people are constantly shocked that I know all the rules of basketball. My freshman year of college, I decided I needed a job, so I became a basketball referee for USF Intramural Sports. So I know all the calls a referee is going to make, and I know when a call is bad.
I'm not saying I'm an expert referee for basketball, but I certainly know more than the average Joe. The amount of times I receive shocked faces when I talk about basketball is alarming. Are women not allowed to enjoy sports, too? Just a few weeks ago, I was wearing a Jayhawk shirt around campus.
Someone said, "Oh you a fan?" And I said, "Yeah, I love the Jayhawks." This person said, "Number one in the nation," which I had to correct, since we were in fact number two (we're number one now though). This person looked completely shocked. This is not a valid email, please try again. The same can be said when I tell my guy friends I like basketball. (Those who know me really well know that I know my sh*t.) Everyone's always like, "Yeah?
Prove it." Except, what do I have to prove? It's not like I'm lying. I do know basketball. Very well. I've been watching the Jayhawks win and lose since before Mario Chalmers dream shot in the 2008 National Championship game. I've watched these young men grow up and be drafted into the NBA.
I can even tell you some stuff about the announcers. I don't get why people think that I'm strange for liking basketball so much. Hell, I probably like basketball more than some basketball players do. I can tell you what teams have bullies. I can tell you what teams are genuine.
I can tell you which teams fight everyday to be the best they can be. Sure, Kansas may be a really good team, but that's not why I root for them. I root for them because they represent everything a team should be.
When one player isn't doing as well, another steps up. They don't bask in the glory of being the best. They strive for the highest, and they deserve every bit of it. So, next time I tell you I like basketball and probably know more about than you do, don't look so shocked.
It's not that big of a deal.
best dating my boss friend became my bully - How My Childhood Bully Became My Best Friend
Nicole* and I met when we were at university and became best friends almost immediately. During those three years, it was very rare to see either of us without the other one and we were even referred to by our peers as 'the Siamese twins'.
We were so dependent on each other that there was a part of me that was afraid that our friendship would come to an end when we left university. Happily, I had no reason to worry as nothing changed between us. It became harder to spend time together and our work schedules often clashed, with the various parties that each of us had to attend as part of our jobs. But we still remained very close and texted or spoke over the phone almost every day, even if only for a few minutes.
All of it started to crumble when Peter* entered our lives two years ago. I had started a new job and he was my new boss. Peter is an above-average-looking guy who is also very charming to boot. He isn't at all flirtatious but, with a brilliant sense of humour, he's often able to win people over after just one meeting. When Best Friend Met Boss Nicole and I often went to each other's work events, mostly to provide moral support.
She was at one such event that my company was hosting when she met Peter. She already knew who he was because I had mentioned him to her, so she went on to tell him that she was my best friend. Peter and I got along very well at work - it was a pleasant professional relationship - so he was more than happy to get to know my best friend, too.
The day after this event, Nicole pestered me to find out more about Peter: Stuff like whether he was single or not and, if possible, what he thought about her. I was appalled by the idea that she would be interested in my boss so I quickly changed the topic.
But Nicole wasn't giving up without a fight. She sneaked Peter's name into every conversation and it soon became clear that I couldn't ignore the issue any longer. I did some digging around and found out that Peter was single. I also learnt that he hung out at a particular bar every Friday after work. I gave Nicole this information and she immediately suggested that we go to that bar that Friday. I thought it was best to get it over and done with. After all, what were the chances of my boss falling in love with my best friend?
Surely he'd just entertain her for a while by chatting - he was a nice guy, after all - but nothing else would happen. Peter is 12 years older than Nicole, so never in my wildest dreams did I think that he'd be interested in her. At the bar that night, Peter was surprised to see us but was very friendly.
I felt awkward because he was, after all, my boss, and even though I enjoyed working with him, I had no intention of socialising with him on the regular. Peter and Nicole got on like a house on fire and, to my surprise and dismay, he asked for her phone number.
They met for dinner that weekend and had to endure two sets of conversations on the same topic. First, I had Nicole on the phone with me on Sunday night talking non-stop about what a lovely time they had; on Monday, I had to listen to Peter going on and on about how much he enjoyed having dinner with Nicole.
Friends No More Nicole and Peter started dating soon after and I saw less and less of my best friend. I don't have an issue with the fact that she's so in love with Peter; rather, I'm flummoxed that she has changed so drastically, so much so that I can hardly recognise the person that she had become.
For instance, she has never to my knowledge been into sports but now waxes lyrical about Peter's favourite football team and talks about football as if she's been a lifelong fan. She also only watches the type of action movies that Peter likes; our days of laughing and crying while watching chick flicks are gone. Nicole has also become so entrenched in Peter's social circle that she hardly mixes with any of her own friends anymore.
Our friends from university - whom I'm still close to, thankfully - often remark that she doesn't respond to messages anymore and that they find that she has changed. Peter is still my boss and, to be fair, he doesn't talk about Nicole with me. We are completely professional at work, although I do meet him up with Nicole in a social setting.
But such outings are few and far between. I see Nicole every couple of months but it's never just the two of us - she always drags Peter along, which she had never done with previous boyfriends. I think that the day will come very soon that I no longer want to see Nicole and, this time, it would be a relief to me as I'll no longer have to plaster on a fake smile just to get through the ordeal.
I have lost my best friend - to my boss, of all people! - and there's nothing I can do to get her back. *Names have been changed.
Yes. In sixth grade we were playing ultimate frisbee. In the rules we were allowed to intercept it while it was in the air but you can't swat at it when it is in somebody's hands. Once the frisbee was in your hand you could make three steps. People were allowed to guard you. One girl was popular and she hated me.
She would puppy guard me and have her hands all around me. I ended up having to move her hands and when I did I accidentally flipped her over and she landed on her stomach. I then apologized. She did it again, guarding me. I told her to move away because I didn't want to do it again because I didn't even know what caused it the first time.
Later I was walking back when class was over and was talking to my friends. My brother came on the topic. As we all know, siblings can be annoying. I was ranting to a friend how I was going to kill my brother. One girl who didn't like me ended up overhearing this conversation and twisted it. Went to the principal's office and told the principal I threatened to kill the girl who I had accidentally hit.
I was crying. There was an end of the year trip that my mom had payed $300 so far for me to go on and if I got in trouble I would lose the trip, and the money. I was in tears. After using the tissues. I told the principal that it was a misunderstanding and that the girl heard me say I was going to kill my brother and substituted brother with that girl.
Luckily the principal knew my family and had known about the drama my brother caused and since I hadn't caused any trouble before then she believed me. I did however have to talk to the girl and apologize for accidentally hitting her. I had been given a heads up prior from someone that the girl was talking about my 'threat' and I knew ahead of time I would be called to the office.
I also knew it was her. For the rest of the next 2 years I hated her, I knew for a fact she had hated me prior and I said clear as day 'brother', considering I didn't even know the name of the girl I 'threatened.' At the end of 8th grade we had a dance. I went with a friend. The girl who turned me in, Meghan, had also attended the dance. She had no friends. Neither me or my friend had invited her to hang out with us, she invited herself. We ended up hanging out for the whole dance and had a lot of fun.
We became good friends. So, it's possible to turn your bully into your friend. It happens, usually when the bullied person stands up for himself and beats the crap out of the bully.
It can also happen when a bullied kids changes so that the cause of the bullying no longer exists. I remember when I was a kid, reading a story in a teen magazine about a girl who was bullied for being very fat. She lost the weight, much of it over a summer, and when school started up again in the fall, she was slim and super pretty.
Suddenly the kids who had bullied her wanted to be her friends. And of course she wanted friends, so it happened. Yes. However, unfortunately I was the bully in this case. Almost everyone in my class bullied this kid in elementary school, we'll call him Rudy. I was also going through some shit at the time; I moved from the city to the middle of West Bumblefuck a year before and was NOT very well-received.
I was trying to gain people's respect and make at least one friend, and the guy who finally decided to NOT be a dick towards me actually turned out to be a real shitty person.
Now, I had nothing against Rudy, he was a little strange I thought, but the kid I made friends with, (let's call him Dirk) absolutely despised Rudy.
And the rest of the class was also not super friendly to him either, so I figured I'd gain that respect by joining the rest of them. At first I forced it, but then I started to actually feel some unreasonable hatred for the guy, and it got serious enough with everyone else joined in that he switched schools.
One time, I was a grade ahead and while hanging out with Dirk and some other douche, we saw Rudy with his mom at the gas station and threatened the damn kid while we were in there. That was an all time low tbh. Anyways, come freshman year in high school, Rudy's back (since it's a very small school, we had elementary, middle, and high in the same general building) and I came up to him first thing in the morning and sincerely apologized for all the shit I'd put him through back in the day, and even invited him to our table at breakfast.
Rudy's been one of my best friends ever since, and I won't hesitate to stand up for the kid if anything else ever goes down.
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