A bit more seriously though, I’ll bet Scarlet started attracting the attention of boys in school around 4th & 5th grade. She had to deal with *that* earlier than her age would suggest too.
Does it seem odd to anyone else that Dayla can’t quite seem to get the whole human eye thing down? I thought good mimicry was one of the first things Paras were taught…
The worst thing that no one really noticed until the damage was done was when a judge ruled that since High School was in a different building it counted as a different school. All the psychopaths who had been expelled in Middle and Elementary were back, and they hadn’t changed one bit.
This is not just fun and games you know. I went to school with a girl who got smacked by the boob fairy with a two by four. But it wasn’t just the boobs that got big, she also grew real tall over the time of a year or so. When we were in fifth grade she was taller than most 16 year old girls and had boobs enough for two grown up and well developed women.
If you ever doubt that kids can be cruel then you are living in a dream world. Boys mobbed her trying to get their hands on her tits even though they didn’t really know what to do with them except squeezing them as hard as they could. Girls mobbed her because the boys were interested in her. Last time I can remember seeing her was about grade 7 or 8. It was a while since I’d seen her about school when I suddenly ran into her. Turns out she was hanging out with a bunch of alcoholics and druggies. Her current squeeze was a balding thirty something year old man who hadn’t ever had a job and spent the days trying to scrounge up the next hit.
I’m not saying this happened because of her big boobs. No it was because of the rest of us kids who alienated her and drove her away. In part I also blame the school. The teachers must have seen what was happening. They may have talked to her about it but I know no one talked to the rest of us. I do not know that it would have helped, but I do know that not doing anything ended up destroying her childhood.
I had a colleague you could use as a shelter in a rain shower. I dont remember any harrassment she had to face in school. Dont remember anything between the girls. That was not my world. Wasnt much interested in any relation that time. I was more the nerd and loner type.
Students came from far to that school maximum a handful from one village in one class. Competitions between schools in any sport events did not exist. Sport was a local club in your village competing with other villages. In your league you could play against your friend from your own schooling class.
I saw some of that, but the staff mostly kept a lid on it . . . as much as they could.
The school was small enough to suppress the worst manifestations, thankfully.
There were a few supposed adults that had to be chewed out, too . . . men and women. Thought one of the men I expected to be a problem was more inclined to laying down the law to other men. He was a complex man, and much more intelligent than most people knew.
I got to learn what racism was in middleschool. I’m mostly white with a bit of Cherokee and Choctaw, but I spent enough time at the pool in the summer that I got called “wetback” and “beaner”. The school I went to was part of the failed Edison Project (which I recently found out became Edison Education), where they tried to run tbe school like a business– basing teacher’s pay raises based on how many kids passed their classes. So many new teachers just burnt out during their time there.
Needless to say, only about 1/4 of us (if even) should have past each year. And when all of the do-nothing parents and parents of go-nowhere kids in the city caught wind of this, they pretty much all signed up to send their kids to that hell hole of a magnet school (financial assistance program°). Lots of racism and it wasn’t the white kids doing the brunt of it. And pretty much all of the kids there were horrible little shits regardless of their race/ethnicity. There were 4 student suicides during the 3 years I went there, and I found out in college that my best friend was almost a fifth.
°Me and my brothers were also only able to attend thanks to the financial assistance pprogram.
Scarlet should talk with Monica!
So many of us are in the same boat with Scarlet AND Monica regarding that…
The boob fairy visited her again, I see.
Knocked her a good’un.
As knockers go, those are some good’uns…
😉
A bit more seriously though, I’ll bet Scarlet started attracting the attention of boys in school around 4th & 5th grade. She had to deal with *that* earlier than her age would suggest too.
Hopefully dshe won’t have to deal with leering faculty members who blame the male students for stupid additions to the dress code.
Though, I’m betting Aunt Monica could get that sorted real quick.
Does it seem odd to anyone else that Dayla can’t quite seem to get the whole human eye thing down? I thought good mimicry was one of the first things Paras were taught…
Perhaps she’s doing a Method Acting preparation for the school’s production of Annie later this year?
Scar got tall too. The other two are still shrimpy.
Tell them it doesn’t get any easier after high school.
Bowling for Soup does that better than anyone else (“High School Never Ends”).
The worst thing that no one really noticed until the damage was done was when a judge ruled that since High School was in a different building it counted as a different school. All the psychopaths who had been expelled in Middle and Elementary were back, and they hadn’t changed one bit.
She’s “been sat on by the boob fairy”?
Absolutely; what is Scarlet now, an H-cup? (or bigger)
With her underbust, probably.
This is not just fun and games you know. I went to school with a girl who got smacked by the boob fairy with a two by four. But it wasn’t just the boobs that got big, she also grew real tall over the time of a year or so. When we were in fifth grade she was taller than most 16 year old girls and had boobs enough for two grown up and well developed women.
If you ever doubt that kids can be cruel then you are living in a dream world. Boys mobbed her trying to get their hands on her tits even though they didn’t really know what to do with them except squeezing them as hard as they could. Girls mobbed her because the boys were interested in her. Last time I can remember seeing her was about grade 7 or 8. It was a while since I’d seen her about school when I suddenly ran into her. Turns out she was hanging out with a bunch of alcoholics and druggies. Her current squeeze was a balding thirty something year old man who hadn’t ever had a job and spent the days trying to scrounge up the next hit.
I’m not saying this happened because of her big boobs. No it was because of the rest of us kids who alienated her and drove her away. In part I also blame the school. The teachers must have seen what was happening. They may have talked to her about it but I know no one talked to the rest of us. I do not know that it would have helped, but I do know that not doing anything ended up destroying her childhood.
I had a colleague you could use as a shelter in a rain shower. I dont remember any harrassment she had to face in school. Dont remember anything between the girls. That was not my world. Wasnt much interested in any relation that time. I was more the nerd and loner type.
Students came from far to that school maximum a handful from one village in one class. Competitions between schools in any sport events did not exist. Sport was a local club in your village competing with other villages. In your league you could play against your friend from your own schooling class.
I saw some of that, but the staff mostly kept a lid on it . . . as much as they could.
The school was small enough to suppress the worst manifestations, thankfully.
There were a few supposed adults that had to be chewed out, too . . . men and women. Thought one of the men I expected to be a problem was more inclined to laying down the law to other men. He was a complex man, and much more intelligent than most people knew.
I got to learn what racism was in middleschool. I’m mostly white with a bit of Cherokee and Choctaw, but I spent enough time at the pool in the summer that I got called “wetback” and “beaner”. The school I went to was part of the failed Edison Project (which I recently found out became Edison Education), where they tried to run tbe school like a business– basing teacher’s pay raises based on how many kids passed their classes. So many new teachers just burnt out during their time there.
Needless to say, only about 1/4 of us (if even) should have past each year. And when all of the do-nothing parents and parents of go-nowhere kids in the city caught wind of this, they pretty much all signed up to send their kids to that hell hole of a magnet school (financial assistance program°). Lots of racism and it wasn’t the white kids doing the brunt of it. And pretty much all of the kids there were horrible little shits regardless of their race/ethnicity. There were 4 student suicides during the 3 years I went there, and I found out in college that my best friend was almost a fifth.
°Me and my brothers were also only able to attend thanks to the financial assistance pprogram.
At least Stela stopped blushing in the third panel (although, that’s the panel you would have expected her to be blushing up a rosebush 😀 )