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Bullying, Sexual Identity & Violence: Issues at School & Home for Parents
Bullying, Sexual Identity & Violence: Issues at School & Home for Parents
Bullying, Sexual Identity & Violence: Issues at School & Home for Parents
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Everyone in school has concerns about bullying and violence. Bullying is not a rite of passage or part of the competitive spirit, as it was once thought. It is a serious problem in our schools and neighborhoods. Bullies often have emotional problems, histories of trauma, and inadequate problem solving and social skills. Bullying is their self-defense mechanism to protect their insecurity.

Bullying is not something someone will grow out of without assistance and guidance from wise and caring adults.

Victims of bullying often need the help of an adult to put an end to the behavior.

Dr. Kathryn Seifert has compiled this anthology of articles dealing with bullying and related childhood and adolescent issues that parents face as they guide their children through problems at home and in school. This ebook is a helpful tool for parents with advice, guidance and strategies they can adopt and utilize as they face the issues all parents face at some point.

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Release dateOct 20, 2014
ISBN9780990553632
Bullying, Sexual Identity & Violence: Issues at School & Home for Parents

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    Bullying, Sexual Identity & Violence - Dr. Kathryn Seifert

    Dealing With Dirty

    By Dr. Calvin Mackie

    It’s the first day of my college career and everyone is moving into the dormitories on the campus of our historically black college in Atlanta. Bright-eyed and excited, we all swarm into our new dorm rooms hornets. All around me buzz young men with suitcases, shoe boxes, and books, books, books. From all around the country we’ve come and landed at this one point in time to further our education and grow as men.

    As the day passes, men go from room to room, meeting and greeting each other and telling all the obligatory facts of their past lives necessary to begin to develop a new friend – where they come from, what they intend to major in. My own roommate comes back to our room after a trip down the hall and describes all the interesting guys he’d met. He speaks of boys who have black belts in karate, a boy who holds a position on the list of top science students in the country, boys who have prominent fathers, some who have traveled the world. A few have turned down ivy league schools to be here. Some had interned in the White House and on Capitol Hill. Then his stream of excited exclamations stops. He begins again carefully, There was one guy I met, though... I don’t know...

    What do you mean? I ask.

    I’d be careful around this guy. He’s not nice like the others. He’s Dirty!

    As freshmen week continues, and we all interact with each other throughout the welcome activities, Dirty’s name remains fresh in my mind. We’re all terrified of the man guy we call Dirty. I discover that he was a football player and his reputation from high school precedes him. People from his hometown were quick to tell everyone in the freshmen class of his antics and bullying.

    It’s not long before Dirty is known by everyone in the dorm. We waltz around the minefield of Dirty’s malignant temperament. Daring to talk a little too long on the pay phone while Dirty is waiting for it will surely consign the talker to a string of threats.

    You know where I’m gonna stick that phone if you keep talking? he would growl. Two more minutes – you have two more minutes before I stick that phone where both you and I know I stick phones.

    If all the showers are occupied, Dirty will spew threats at the top of his lungs. His spittle flying with every shout, rivaling the gallons of shower water. If there’s some noise in a room too late at night for Dirty, he’ll rap his fists on the room’s door that makes a SWAT team’s battering ram sound like a polite tap at the front door on a pleasant Sunday morning. Dirty terrorizes the entire dormitory. The environment is tense. Students avoid him and go out of their way to make sure that their behavior meets the standards of his rule book.

    In today’s world, Dirty is considered a bully. Perhaps all of us in that dormitory were lucky in a sense – lucky that we encountered Dirty back in the 20th century, instead of today. Bullying has now become even more prevalent as social media allows bullies to terrorize others on line, when they are not in their victim’s presence. Kids can literally be stalked on their computers and phones with harassing language, text, and videos. Untrue rumors and photo-edited pictures can be passed on to the masses within seconds. Today a bully can turn someone’s life upside down in a matter of keystrokes, even before the victim can mount a defense to the vicious lie or rumor.

    Back to the dorm: I walk around the halls knowing I will eventually have a run-in with Dirty. Many days, he passed me in the hallway and gave me an a menacing look. I have always been good at ignoring people unless they enter my personal space, and luckily, Dirty and I had not yet crossed the line with me.

    On Tuesdays, freshmen are required to attend Freshmen Orientation Assembly. Once the assembly is complete, the entire class rushes over to the cafeteria en masse in an effort to be the first in line for lunch. Every Tuesday, the hall leading to the cafeteria becomes crowded with impatient hungry young men. On this fateful day we are starving and the students in the back start pushing. Those of us in the front get jammed up against the still locked doors and into each other. We are packed in like cattle. I am smaller than most of my classmates, but even I cannot find space without someone else’s sweaty, meaty flank pressed up against me. The din of angry complaints and

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