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April 10, 2012



this breaks my heart for little you. But what a beautiful woman you've become


I'm not sure what the right words are here but given who I know you to be, you've defied and more than triumphed over your bullies.


This made me feel less alone, thank you. <3

Deb Rox

Never do I wish for time travel more than when hearing stories of school bullying in a friend's past. (I would have taken that boy down to his cereal ground. I would have intervened and I would have made a teacher listen. Not that that would have changed the core injury, but still, some small justice.) I wish I could have been your friend years ago. I'm glad for this movie, and for adults to be aware of how and why intervention is so important to both the bullies' socialization and the victims' well being.


Thank you so much for writing about this movie. I can really relate to your experience, and it breaks my heart that kids are bullied still. My two boys, who are now teens, say that there's not as much bullying as they expected. Wouldn't it be great if there was no bullying at all? Now I'm probably being pollyannaish, but you've inspired me to see this movie (and to bring my boys too). Thanks!!


I have been thinking about two very specific memories from grade school that even though I was not the bully or being bullied, I hold guilt for not standing up and saying stop. I also recognize that I would not have been able to do anything and probably would have made the situation worse. I am going to my Fortieth reunion and will be talking to three of the four individuals that were bullied by a teacher. I want to apologize to them. The fourth person has died. He was bullied in kindergarten by the teacher.

smart aleck

Laurie, as usual, this is spectacular writing.

Recently I remembered the two girls who bullied me in kindergarten (I blocked it out for many years apparently). I was one of the younger kids in the class, kind of shy, and a rule follower (still am to a certain degree). The teacher (who should have retired a year or two earlier, she was burnt out) always told us we couldn't leave the room to use the bathroom unless the bathroom pass was there.

So, one day I followed the rules, followed the rules, waiting for the pass that needed to be there on the door. My bladder gave before the pass returned, I wet my pants (at age 4), and was teased mercilessly the rest of the year by these two brats for being a baby. One of those same girls was a bitch to me several years later*, too.

The teacher made a new policy--if you have to go and the pass isn't there, go ahead and leave the room. Umm, thanks for nothing.

I think that is why to this day I will make 5,000 rest room stops (at school, work, before going to bed) to make sure my bladder is COMPLETELY empty.

My kids will know that while it's good to respect authority and follow instructions, sometimes you just have to trust your gut (or your bladder).

*Until she realized I was doing better gradewise than her and tried to copy off of my papers. She didn't have any luck.

Rita Arens

Great, authentic writing, as always, Laurie.

Matilda Riso

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Jacqui Benwarc

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