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| Can you be a mean girl in elementary school? No, right? Source |
Please tell me you have a hard time believing that I was a mean girl in elementary school. Please? I wasn't mean all the time, of course, but I had my moments in...
kindergarten: My mom was always up at my school helping teachers and volunteering for stuff. Maybe I felt more confident when she was around? One day when she was in my Kindergarten classroom to pick me up early, she was talking to my teacher at her desk. I was standing in the front of the room and thought this would be a good time to pull the chair out from under a boy named Ross. So, as Ross started to sit down, I swiped his chair ("TAKE THAT, ROSS!!!") he fell down, I giggled and my mom and teacher gave me horrified looks.
second grade: Every day at recess a girl named Joanna wanted to walk around the courtyard with me and pick pebbles off the pebbled-wall on the side of the school. So, I would walk around with her and then suddenly, I would turn to her and say, "Joanna, I don't want to be your friend anymore." She would start crying and I would just stare at her. I think I was fascinated by her sudden reaction to just words I was saying. ("GET A GRIP, JOANNA!!") This scene would repeat itself several more times in second grade. Horrible, right? (I'm just glad all those pebbles we picked off the wall didn't weaken the structure of the building resulting in an implosion. That would be mean, youknowwhati'msayin?)
third grade: The meanest thing I can remember about third grade is just staring at a girl's bottom on the little attached stools of the cafeteria tables and being in awe that it covered the whole thing. She was older than me, so, I guess it was no wonder that it did. ("Oh, my gah, Becky, look at her butt. It is SO big!") Still, every time I saw her until I graduated from high school I thought of her as the girl with the butt that covered the whole seat.
fourth grade: It was apparently "the thing" to get a bowl of pickles from the lunch line. I'm not exactly sure what happened, really. Either I got the bowl of pickles or Nicole did, but one of us wasn't sharing and one of us wanted some pickles. So, after lunch in the restroom, Nicole confronted me about the pickle fiasco while I was on my way into a stall and she slammed the door so that it hit me in the head. I began crying ("Mean girls don't cry, Kelley! Get yourself together!"), the teacher came in the restroom and seconds later we were in the principal's office.
fifth grade: This is where it really gets mean. On Valentine's Day one year, a boy that liked me handed me a box of chocolates with a sweet note. I handed it back, told him I didn't want it and ran off. A couple of months later, he gave me a little gift for my birthday. Again, I handed it back, told him I didn't want it and ran off. At my birthday party a few days later, I opened a gift from a friend and it happened to be the same thing he had given me. I was happy to see it from her and thanked her. Just afterwards, she told me it was actually the gift from him. So, I.....handed it back, said I didn't want it and ran out of the room. My mom made me apologize to my friends and that boy over the phone. I started the phone call off with, "My mom told me to call..."
The ironic thing about it all is that teachers would say I was a very good kid. I never really got in trouble in class or anything. I was quiet, respectful, etc., but that doesn't mean I wasn't a mean girl sometimes, too. Shame on me.
Do you remember any mean things you did in school??
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Oh you weren't that mean, you were just being a kid!!
I had some moments when I was a mean girl in kindergarten and high school. I'm kinda ashamed about my actions so I won't tell!
Here's some perspective - my cousins nicknamed me "The Evil One" as a child.
I'm sure I was a mean girl here and there, but only when provoked! I swear!
You naughty little girl. (LoL)
i see. you were one of those "passive agressive" mean girls. nice. real, nice. :)
So you were called into the principal's office over pickles? Now, there's a story for the grandkids! Ha!
I'm picturing that Ross kid as the Ross from Friends. So I'm guessing he kind of deserved it.
Not so much. I was usually the girl who was getting picked on. A lot. I can say that there are things I have said that I am not proud of, as an adult, behind people's backs.
Yeah you were just being a kid. I got in trouble in 2nd grade for hitting a boy with a jump rope...aiming for his legs hit him in the head and drew blood. I was sent to the principal's office. Then in 3rd grade this boy wouldn't leave me alone, and I wrote him a note that said leave me alone and you are stupid. Except I misspelled stupid! And it was on my birthday so I didn't show my mom the note from the teacher until after my gifts!
You're not a mean girl. I think you're super-nice! I was dying laughing at this until 5th grade. I feel so bad for that kid. My sister had a kid in her class. Fat Butt Ricky. There was a song: "Fat Butt Ricky gonna break the floor. Fat Butt Ricky can't get through the door." It was awful. He died of meningitis a few years later and my sister still feels awful about joining in the song.
I was bullied a lot but I got in lots of fights and I was mouthy - or tried to be. I collected insults and found M*A*S*H and Charles in Charge to be a good source for them! Actually I remember at one point that for some reason me and my small group of friends seemed to think that saying people's names backwards was SO clever and insulting - WHAT was up with THAT?
Anyway mean things eh - when I was 5 a little boy called Aaron used to chase me and pull up my skirt EVERY. DAY. Solution: I told my Dad and he taught me how to punch. So well it seems that the very next time young Aaron pulled up my skirt I swirled round and decked him. The teacher made me sit in the corner for that but funnily enough NEVER bothered by Aaron again would you believe.
I also pulled a chair out from someone - it was from a nasty girl named Wendy who bullied me and was mean - I can try and feel sorry for that one but meh, not really. She and some other friends of hers used to like pulling my hair as a passtime so one day I just grabbed a bunch of her long hair and pulled right on back (I think I wound it round my hand!) I suggested that if she wanted to play with hair that she get a Barbie doll.
End of highschool/start of Uni my best friend and I used to sit somewhere central in town or at Uni and comment on people's dress/appearance as they walked by - MEAN I know! I think a fav of mine was to comment on cankles.
Of course I'm completely reformed and all lovely and sweet now..... ;)
In third grade, I was in a group of four girls and inevitably whenever they decided it would be three against one, I was the one.
But in eighth grade, I was really quite mean to my best friend. She had announced her family was moving away and she was becoming friendly with another girl and I was hurt and pissed. So I said mean things and enjoyed her reactions (a la you in 2nd grade).
But karma (and my friend) was a bitch. She got me back by getting all my other friends to stop talking to me. Eighth grade sucked pretty hard. It was all so stupid.
Great post idea.
those are some hilarious memories!
GURL, no, you weren't a mean girl. not at all.
i was always the subject of the mean girls, so i was mean to the boys. i.e. "you want to kiss me? date me? let me kick you in the shins instead."
Kelley,
I work in the Elementary classrooms, and let me tell you, there are several MEAN girls. Especially in 5th grade!
That being said, I was a mean girl ...I even took a girl's lunch money once.
I saw her at one of our reunions recently and told her I was sorry.
True Story. Xx
If it makes you feel better I was a mean girl thru college, then I was a bridezilla, now I'm a bitchy mom.....I think if u were only mean thru 5th grade ur good......
When I was in 5th grade we had to do book reports by cake. Meaning we had to make a cake that represented our book. Weird. Anyway, after school one day a few of us were hanging out in the class room while our teacher was outside monitoring pick up. We decided to just dig our fingers into the cake for that day (that some poor classmate had slaved over) and totally destroyed it. We had to write notes of apology to the teacher and the student, and I'm proud to say that MY note was the only one that took responsibility for my own actions and didn't blame someone else. So maybe it really was all my fault? I don't even remember!
Dude.
I'll take that kid's chocolate...
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