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		<title>By: samarama ding dong</title>
		<link>http://www.temporarilyme.com/2008/04/03/recounting-some-of-my-hardest-days/#comment-3390</link>
		<dc:creator>samarama ding dong</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Apr 2008 23:10:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;strong&gt;Kathy:&lt;/strong&gt; I think the sexual harassment was always chalked up to boys just being boys. I don&#039;t think many teacher took into account how it made US girls feel. Pisses me off.

&lt;strong&gt;Jenn:&lt;/strong&gt; No, I haven&#039;t seen that book - but I&#039;ll look for it!!

Many of the kids that bullies me tried to make amens  when high school came around. Some I did become friends with again and others I felt I was better without.

&lt;strong&gt;flutter:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks!!

And your an amazing woman!! 

&lt;strong&gt;Jennifer:&lt;/strong&gt; It really does stick with you, eh Jennifer. It&#039;s so hard to forget even if it was years ago. 

&lt;strong&gt;Krystle:&lt;/strong&gt; Flashbacks suck big time. Makes me feel like I did back then: I hate that. 

&lt;strong&gt;Pam:&lt;/strong&gt; I&#039;d say that you were bullied... enough that you quit school... that&#039;s bullying.

Regardless, it&#039;s a painful painful experience. 

&lt;strong&gt;that chick:&lt;/strong&gt; And ya, I think everyone has that same question. I know I&#039;ve thought the very same thing before!

&lt;strong&gt;Julie:&lt;/strong&gt; I know that small children can distort the truth a little, but they don&#039;t know how to lie or cover up something - that&#039;s why I really choose to believe my son. The teachers very well could of had their backs to them or were distracted - I&#039;ve seen it happen many times in the class rooms where the children are fighting over a toy and the teachers are oblivious. LOL

&lt;strong&gt;Defendusa:&lt;/strong&gt; Your story brought tears to my eyes. I remember stuff like that. Just the plain old torture for no reason. So hurtful. :(

&lt;strong&gt;justmylife:&lt;/strong&gt; So far things have been pretty good. Carter said that he played with the boy yesterday.. so hopefully it was a one time thing.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>Kathy:</strong> I think the sexual harassment was always chalked up to boys just being boys. I don&#8217;t think many teacher took into account how it made US girls feel. Pisses me off.</p>
<p><strong>Jenn:</strong> No, I haven&#8217;t seen that book &#8211; but I&#8217;ll look for it!!</p>
<p>Many of the kids that bullies me tried to make amens  when high school came around. Some I did become friends with again and others I felt I was better without.</p>
<p><strong>flutter:</strong> Thanks!!</p>
<p>And your an amazing woman!! </p>
<p><strong>Jennifer:</strong> It really does stick with you, eh Jennifer. It&#8217;s so hard to forget even if it was years ago. </p>
<p><strong>Krystle:</strong> Flashbacks suck big time. Makes me feel like I did back then: I hate that. </p>
<p><strong>Pam:</strong> I&#8217;d say that you were bullied&#8230; enough that you quit school&#8230; that&#8217;s bullying.</p>
<p>Regardless, it&#8217;s a painful painful experience. </p>
<p><strong>that chick:</strong> And ya, I think everyone has that same question. I know I&#8217;ve thought the very same thing before!</p>
<p><strong>Julie:</strong> I know that small children can distort the truth a little, but they don&#8217;t know how to lie or cover up something &#8211; that&#8217;s why I really choose to believe my son. The teachers very well could of had their backs to them or were distracted &#8211; I&#8217;ve seen it happen many times in the class rooms where the children are fighting over a toy and the teachers are oblivious. LOL</p>
<p><strong>Defendusa:</strong> Your story brought tears to my eyes. I remember stuff like that. Just the plain old torture for no reason. So hurtful. <img src='http://www.temporarilyme.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p><strong>justmylife:</strong> So far things have been pretty good. Carter said that he played with the boy yesterday.. so hopefully it was a one time thing.</p>
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		<title>By: justmylife</title>
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		<dc:creator>justmylife</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 15:50:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>In elementary school I was small, under 5 foot tall and weighing less than 60 pounds, I had my fair share of bullies. In Jr. High, I was still small, but had developed enough friends that I was able to avoid the bullies, but I still heard all the comments. Bullies are hard at any age, but worse when you are still young. I tend to believe little one, teachers do miss a lot sometimes. Hope there is continued improvement.

&lt;em&gt;justmylife&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-interrupting-my-facts.html&#039;&gt;I am interrupting my facts......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In elementary school I was small, under 5 foot tall and weighing less than 60 pounds, I had my fair share of bullies. In Jr. High, I was still small, but had developed enough friends that I was able to avoid the bullies, but I still heard all the comments. Bullies are hard at any age, but worse when you are still young. I tend to believe little one, teachers do miss a lot sometimes. Hope there is continued improvement.</p>
<p><em>justmylife&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://justmylife-mygripespot.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-interrupting-my-facts.html'>I am interrupting my facts&#8230;&#8230;</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: Defendusa</title>
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		<dc:creator>Defendusa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2008 19:22:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m sorry to hear you had friends who would be outright mean. I endured some crappy girls, too. When I was in fourth grade, friends got mad because I helped the new kid. I picked flowers for the teacher at lunch and was staching kids play kickball. They came and danced and taunted me while ripping the bouquet out of my hands and sprinkling it on my head. The teacher saw it all and saved me from absolute humiliation.  It happened again in 7th grade and I had the worst year. But my Mom always said that no matter how mean people could be, it was my job to try and be nice to people who didn&#039;t know better, didn&#039;t know how to be friends to others. If I do say so, I am  the best friend a person could ever have...and I learned it from those nasty children. It hurt growing up, but...I KNOW how to be a friend.
PS got here from the your Dad Gone Mad...adding youto favorite blogs!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m sorry to hear you had friends who would be outright mean. I endured some crappy girls, too. When I was in fourth grade, friends got mad because I helped the new kid. I picked flowers for the teacher at lunch and was staching kids play kickball. They came and danced and taunted me while ripping the bouquet out of my hands and sprinkling it on my head. The teacher saw it all and saved me from absolute humiliation.  It happened again in 7th grade and I had the worst year. But my Mom always said that no matter how mean people could be, it was my job to try and be nice to people who didn&#8217;t know better, didn&#8217;t know how to be friends to others. If I do say so, I am  the best friend a person could ever have&#8230;and I learned it from those nasty children. It hurt growing up, but&#8230;I KNOW how to be a friend.<br />
PS got here from the your Dad Gone Mad&#8230;adding youto favorite blogs!</p>
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		<title>By: Julie Pippert</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julie Pippert</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 13:48:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;d like to validate that you believe your child.

We dealt with a similar thing for my daughter (she&#039;s in elementary school) beginning in preschool.

In that case, the other child has learning and developmental disabilities that apparently everyone except the parents knew about and those lead to behavioral problems. I hope this doesn&#039;t sound unkind. It&#039;s simply a truth, and I mean it only as such.

Anyway out of three years and three teachers, only one saw what we saw and what my daughter said happened.

I think it&#039;s because we have different definitions of &quot;problems&quot; and different thresholds of tolerance and &quot;normal.&quot; KWIM?

We&#039;ve learned to arm our daughter with empowerment and ideas of how to handle it (but it began when she was older, so two...that&#039;s harder, but possible).

We&#039;ve learned how to talk to teachers about it and what we expect, diplomatically. :)

Good luck. He&#039;s a lucky boy with you as mom.

&lt;em&gt;Julie Pippert&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://theartfulflower.blogspot.com/2008/04/suffering-gracelessness-and-dedication.html&#039;&gt;The sound of ultimate suffering (facetiously) plus a dedication to my Spring deprived friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;d like to validate that you believe your child.</p>
<p>We dealt with a similar thing for my daughter (she&#8217;s in elementary school) beginning in preschool.</p>
<p>In that case, the other child has learning and developmental disabilities that apparently everyone except the parents knew about and those lead to behavioral problems. I hope this doesn&#8217;t sound unkind. It&#8217;s simply a truth, and I mean it only as such.</p>
<p>Anyway out of three years and three teachers, only one saw what we saw and what my daughter said happened.</p>
<p>I think it&#8217;s because we have different definitions of &#8220;problems&#8221; and different thresholds of tolerance and &#8220;normal.&#8221; KWIM?</p>
<p>We&#8217;ve learned to arm our daughter with empowerment and ideas of how to handle it (but it began when she was older, so two&#8230;that&#8217;s harder, but possible).</p>
<p>We&#8217;ve learned how to talk to teachers about it and what we expect, diplomatically. <img src='http://www.temporarilyme.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Good luck. He&#8217;s a lucky boy with you as mom.</p>
<p><em>Julie Pippert&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://theartfulflower.blogspot.com/2008/04/suffering-gracelessness-and-dedication.html'>The sound of ultimate suffering (facetiously) plus a dedication to my Spring deprived friends</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: that chick</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:34:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>you just hit the hammer right on the head. that was my childhood, but without the happy bit at the beginning. and i know that it has affected me in deep ways, made me who i am now. the question is: am i a better or a worse person than i would have become if i were happy as a child?

&lt;em&gt;that chick&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://584blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/homemade-fugliness.html&#039;&gt;homemade fugliness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>you just hit the hammer right on the head. that was my childhood, but without the happy bit at the beginning. and i know that it has affected me in deep ways, made me who i am now. the question is: am i a better or a worse person than i would have become if i were happy as a child?</p>
<p><em>that chick&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://584blog.blogspot.com/2008/04/homemade-fugliness.html'>homemade fugliness</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: Pam</title>
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		<dc:creator>Pam</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2008 01:09:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I wasn&#039;t bullied but the same damage was done by teasing, name calling and being ostracized for being the fat girl. From second grade on... it caused so much grief in my life that I quit school in the 11th grade. All we can do when our children are the target is be an advocate for them, as you were and teach them forgiveness and acceptance. Or, beat the shit out of the kid who&#039;s hurting them. Which I&#039;ve wanted to do on a few occasions.

&lt;em&gt;Pam&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://www.bubblewrites.com/2008/04/prayer-request.html&#039;&gt;Prayer Request&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wasn&#8217;t bullied but the same damage was done by teasing, name calling and being ostracized for being the fat girl. From second grade on&#8230; it caused so much grief in my life that I quit school in the 11th grade. All we can do when our children are the target is be an advocate for them, as you were and teach them forgiveness and acceptance. Or, beat the shit out of the kid who&#8217;s hurting them. Which I&#8217;ve wanted to do on a few occasions.</p>
<p><em>Pam&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://www.bubblewrites.com/2008/04/prayer-request.html'>Prayer Request</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: Krystle</title>
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		<dc:creator>Krystle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 21:30:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>UGH.  

Flashbacks of the first day of 4th grade from being told I was fat.  

I could agree with you 100% on every statement you said.  Every.Single.One.  

And those flashbacks... I don&#039;t like one bit.

I don&#039;t care what anyone says - unless you&#039;re last name is well known in the town, or unless you&#039;re skinny and petite, or unless you have everything you want... you&#039;re going to get bullied.  Elementary and Middle School were the worst years of my left, to date.  

Poor Carter.  I hope that stupid bully is nicer to him... :(

&lt;em&gt;Krystle&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://www.calm-cool-and-collected.com/blog/?p=728&#039;&gt;Wordpress.org Users, I need your help!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>UGH.  </p>
<p>Flashbacks of the first day of 4th grade from being told I was fat.  </p>
<p>I could agree with you 100% on every statement you said.  Every.Single.One.  </p>
<p>And those flashbacks&#8230; I don&#8217;t like one bit.</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t care what anyone says &#8211; unless you&#8217;re last name is well known in the town, or unless you&#8217;re skinny and petite, or unless you have everything you want&#8230; you&#8217;re going to get bullied.  Elementary and Middle School were the worst years of my left, to date.  </p>
<p>Poor Carter.  I hope that stupid bully is nicer to him&#8230; <img src='http://www.temporarilyme.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p><em>Krystle&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://www.calm-cool-and-collected.com/blog/?p=728'>WordPress.org Users, I need your help!</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 19:02:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I completely, completely identify with this.  I, too, was bullied.  That experience has shaped who I am.  I still have such anger toward the little girls that bullied me...the notes, the secrets, the mean phone calls.

The post about Carter broke my heart.  I hope that this will just be a passing thing and he won&#039;t feel bullied again.

&lt;em&gt;Jennifer&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2008/04/03/hoo-hatorial/&#039;&gt;Hoo-Hatorial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I completely, completely identify with this.  I, too, was bullied.  That experience has shaped who I am.  I still have such anger toward the little girls that bullied me&#8230;the notes, the secrets, the mean phone calls.</p>
<p>The post about Carter broke my heart.  I hope that this will just be a passing thing and he won&#8217;t feel bullied again.</p>
<p><em>Jennifer&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://playgroupsarenoplaceforchildren.com/2008/04/03/hoo-hatorial/'>Hoo-Hatorial</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: flutter</title>
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		<dc:creator>flutter</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 16:14:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are a brave woman, and a good mom.

&lt;em&gt;flutter&#039;s last blog post..&lt;a href=&#039;http://byflutter.com/?p=539&#039;&gt;Sweetness and light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are a brave woman, and a good mom.</p>
<p><em>flutter&#8217;s last blog post..<a href='http://byflutter.com/?p=539'>Sweetness and light</a></em></p>
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		<title>By: Jenn</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jenn</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Apr 2008 14:39:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I had a similar experience, but even worse, my &quot;friends&quot; shunned me and then &quot;took me back&quot; in high school.  It really made me mistrust people.

Have you read &quot;Odd Girl Out?&quot;  It&#039;s a great book about female bullying.  While it didn&#039;t change anything that happened in my past, it allowed me to nod my head a lot and see that I wasn&#039;t alone in how I was treated.

Raising a daughter of my own now, this whole issue is a major fear-point of mine....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a similar experience, but even worse, my &#8220;friends&#8221; shunned me and then &#8220;took me back&#8221; in high school.  It really made me mistrust people.</p>
<p>Have you read &#8220;Odd Girl Out?&#8221;  It&#8217;s a great book about female bullying.  While it didn&#8217;t change anything that happened in my past, it allowed me to nod my head a lot and see that I wasn&#8217;t alone in how I was treated.</p>
<p>Raising a daughter of my own now, this whole issue is a major fear-point of mine&#8230;.</p>
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