My Daughter Stood up for a Classmate Being Bullied, School Involved.

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59. forgive me if this isn't quite on-point . . .

When I was 9, half-way thru 4th grade, I landed in a class that was in the midst of electing officers to the "Anti-H---- Club," whose sole mission was to persecute a 9-year-old classmate, whose only crime appeared to me to have been that she was afflicted with cold sores (likely exacerbated by the stress of having been persecuted).

I soon formed the ANTI-Anti-H---- Club, which consisted of me and one other person, who didn't behave so well later but hey, I have no idea why she jeopardized herself to ally herself with me initially; so all credit to her. Our activity consisted of walking around the playground chanting anti-anti chants in opposition to the anti-chants, and trick-or-treating with D. H---- on Halloween. Fortunately, I was new, a nobody, so no one cared, or I'd doubtless have shared D. H----'s fate.

My parents had no f*cking idea of the tiniest morsel of any of this. They had no idea of what they were doing to themselves. All they knew (if they remembered it after the one conversation we had and some number of drinks later) was, I was unhappy because my peers were wearing nylons while I was in bobbysox.

Times have changed, for the better.