I’ve added the term “former” with optimism, hoping that time has softened your edges.
Anyone from our small town would likely answer the question, “Who was the meanest kid in your class?” with your name. You held the title of the queen bee from elementary through high school, and even occasionally during college. Fortunately, I wasn’t your only target; I often wondered how I would have survived if I had been. Observing you, I witnessed numerous classmates experience your brand of cruelty at some point.
Elementary School Cruelty
You exhibited a level of meanness in elementary school that was astonishing. You had a knack for manipulating girls, drawing them into your circle only to cast them out just as swiftly. Your peers craved your acceptance and approval, which you bestowed momentarily before swiftly turning on them. Your harsh words left lasting scars on girls who were far too young to bear such burdens. Do you need a refresher?
You once tailed a neighborhood girl off the bus, belting out “Baby Beluga” like a pop star. You mockingly dubbed a 10-year-old “pizza face” as she began her long, challenging fight with acne. You even spread false rumors to the entire fourth grade about two girls in our class, claiming you’d witnessed them kissing when they were merely dancing.
The Impact of Your Actions
I doubt you’ll ever grasp the full extent of the hurt you caused over the years. I managed to steer clear of your path in middle school, but you made life unbearable for others who were already facing their own struggles. You preyed on those who were different—the girl who cropped her hair, the boy still carrying his baby fat.
In high school, I fell back into your crosshairs when I started dating the ex-boyfriend of one of your friends. The harassment was unrelenting: nasty comments in the hallways, eggs hurled at my car, and a barrage of hateful messages on my phone. Ironically, you were far more vicious to me than the ex-girlfriend who felt wronged; I suspect you relished having a target.
Even in college, I’d receive occasional harassing messages on Facebook from strangers that turned out to be friends of yours.
Reflections on Kindness
I wish I could say I never think of you, but between social media and the grapevine, your name surfaces now and then. Everyone has a personal account of your cruelty, with painful details forever etched in their minds. Recently, I heard you’re married and have a child, and I couldn’t help but think, “I hope you teach that child to be kind.”
As a mother now, I’ve learned that children are not born mean. They either learn to be unkind or lash out due to something missing in their upbringing. I often wonder what led you to behave so cruelly. Did you lack love? Acceptance? Attention? In some ways, I feel for you.
Yet, my heart aches for my child, who will inevitably encounter someone like you on the playground or in the hallways. So, I’m reaching out, mother to mother—let’s not let history repeat itself. Preserve your child’s innocence and kindness, and I promise to do the same.
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Conclusion
In summary, we all carry our past with us, and as parents, we hold the power to shape the next generation. Let’s ensure kindness prevails.