Space_Dandy
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- Oct 9, 2014
Little Josh went to the same school as me in kindergarten and first grade. We didn't interact much, but he was pretty athletic back then and liked to hang around the other jocks (if you could call a first grader a jock), always playing basketball during recess. I was more of a loser with my two friends playing action figures and Power Rangers during recess.
One time I went to the bathroom and he followed in behind me. I'm not sure what got into him but he pushed me into the toilet and started trying to shove my head into the toilet. I pushed back with all my might but I found myself slipping down further. I had never heard of a 'swirlie' before but he had apparently. Another kid came in behind him and was trying to push my feet forward, so I was trying to kick my feet away from him at the same time. I guess he gave up because I never ended up getting that swirlie. I told the teachers about what happened, but there wasn't any evidence of it and I wasn't actually wet, so I don't think they did anything. Josh was the embodiment, the final boss, of bullies in my mind for years after that.
Unrelated, but I would change schools after that year.
I would next see him in 7th grade when I changed schools again. At first I almost didn't believe it, could it really be that same Josh who I vilified all those years ago? He seemed so nice now. Although we still didn't have much to do with each other, I never knew of him bullying anyone and was completely pleasant the few interactions we had. Eventually I asked him about the event in 1st grade. He said he didn't know why he did it but that he was sorry. The second boy was also in this school district and I would later ask him too. He simply said that he hadn't decided if he was going to pull me away from Josh, or push me further in. I guess my suspicion that he wasn't going to help me was likely true.
So I guess none of us know why I almost got a swirlie that day. No hard feelings though, that was a long time ago. Least you could do is unban my other account for what you almost did to me though. I mean what kind of asshole puts someone's head in the toilet? I didn't do a damn thing to you. Fuck you. Have a good day, I still love you, I guess, asshole.
One time I went to the bathroom and he followed in behind me. I'm not sure what got into him but he pushed me into the toilet and started trying to shove my head into the toilet. I pushed back with all my might but I found myself slipping down further. I had never heard of a 'swirlie' before but he had apparently. Another kid came in behind him and was trying to push my feet forward, so I was trying to kick my feet away from him at the same time. I guess he gave up because I never ended up getting that swirlie. I told the teachers about what happened, but there wasn't any evidence of it and I wasn't actually wet, so I don't think they did anything. Josh was the embodiment, the final boss, of bullies in my mind for years after that.
Unrelated, but I would change schools after that year.
I would next see him in 7th grade when I changed schools again. At first I almost didn't believe it, could it really be that same Josh who I vilified all those years ago? He seemed so nice now. Although we still didn't have much to do with each other, I never knew of him bullying anyone and was completely pleasant the few interactions we had. Eventually I asked him about the event in 1st grade. He said he didn't know why he did it but that he was sorry. The second boy was also in this school district and I would later ask him too. He simply said that he hadn't decided if he was going to pull me away from Josh, or push me further in. I guess my suspicion that he wasn't going to help me was likely true.
So I guess none of us know why I almost got a swirlie that day. No hard feelings though, that was a long time ago. Least you could do is unban my other account for what you almost did to me though. I mean what kind of asshole puts someone's head in the toilet? I didn't do a damn thing to you. Fuck you. Have a good day, I still love you, I guess, asshole.