MasileinDE wrote:
remember when I told you my sob story about how I was bullied that one year in school?
that group project back then was fucking hell
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for all who don't know, but fair warning, it's a story about bullying
I was severely bullied that year in school and we had this group thing in French, where we got a catalog of exercices to do in the group (they were all linked to the book we had to read) and a few of them had to be done and others were voluntary work. And you had to pick and chose the exercices based on the point system so in the end you made exercices for 60 points.
And because no one in my group wanted to do the documentation, I had to do it. (This will be important later on.)
So I was in the group with this girl I used to be friends with but who left my side because she didn't want to get bullied too and one of the girls who didn't actively bully, but also did find it very funny when I was crying because they called me mentally ill and a fucking weirdo.
And one of the tasks we had to do was make a short movie re-enacting one of the scenes from the book. So we had to meet up at this other girl's house. She lived in an apartment but didn't want to give me the number of the apartment, so we just rang a whole couple of them and asked the neighbours if they knew where we needed to go. Their neighbours didn't like them very much, so she got pissed at their neighbours bitching at them to tell their guests where to ring in order not to annoy them. (Which, fair, honestly.)
And my mum was staying over, because it was too far a drive to drive back home and get me and the other girl (who lived kinda close to me). So we were recording in the subterranean garage of the apartment building, because the first girl said her parents didn't want strangers in their home. And the lights kept going off because they were motion activated. And the girl kept bitching how we (the other girl and I) were struggling with our lines so much (because it was fucking French!!) and that she didn't want to be at it for longer than 15 minutes.
Then, when it all came to a close, I had to print out all our work and such because I was doing documentation (which is why no one wanted to do it). And the first girl would not send me her things to put into the folder to give to the teacher. So I started calling her, because we had to hand it in the next day. And at some point she just blocked my number without answering. I told my parents and we called from the landline. Got blocked too. Called the other girl (who was in the bath, so her mum answered and we told her mum the whole story and she went ballistic) and asked her if she could call. She looked at her phone and was just like: Yeah, I got a message from her to tell you to stop bothering her in her private time. I did not get the documents from that girl until after midnight.
So in the meantime my mum dedided that I was to put all of our mailing into the documentation as well. And the first girl had been talking shit about the teacher in all of the mails. There were literally none where she didn't say stupid shit and was just utterly disrespectful. So there was a lot of crying and screaming on my part, because I didn't want to do it, but I did eventually. Handed it in, said nothing.
A week later, we talk about epistolary novels in French and our teacher ended class with saying "And next week we'll talk about your group projects, one of which was an apistolary novel of itself." while he looked me straight into the eyes. So naturally I wanted to die.
And yeah, rightfully so, because that teacher was a massive prick and during the next class, her mocked that girl out loud for 10 minutes, reading her emails out loud and making fun of her abysmal use of Luxembourgish and how funny he thought it that she with such a poor Luxembourgish writing thought she was in any position to correct the other girl's and my French. (Because she didn't just talk shit about the teacher but also about us in the mails adressed to us.)
long story short, the teacher told me he didn't know I could be such a badass and that he really respected me for that move, meanwhile my class threatened me with god knows what (I genuinely don't remember, I just remember there being a shitton of screaming and people pushing me around and being terribly afraid) afterwards and I had the first nervous breakdown in my life.
So, fun in all way possible!
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Unfair to our group. I WANTED TO STRANGLE THEM TOO.
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