Comments on: What to do when The Rage has you http://www.bluehelm.com/2009/10/what-to-do-when-the-rage-has-you/ The world speaks. We respond. Wed, 08 Feb 2012 00:52:49 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: What my sixth grade bully taught me about networking | Blue Helm http://www.bluehelm.com/2009/10/what-to-do-when-the-rage-has-you/comment-page-1/#comment-844 What my sixth grade bully taught me about networking | Blue Helm Tue, 27 Apr 2010 21:14:57 +0000 http://www.bluehelm.com/?p=371#comment-844 [...] His name was John and he sat in front of me on the bus. He wasn’t a very big guy, but he had a very bad attitude. At some point during the year he decided to start picking on me. He would turn around and say mean things to me and make fun of me. At first I just ignored him. After all, why should I dignify his stupidity with a response? Ignoring John just made things worse as he graduated from verbal to physical annoyance. One day he decided he needed to lightly slap the side of my head a few times to get a reaction out of me. His weak slaps only hurt my pride. Unfortunately his ploy worked. As I got off the bus I walked past his seat and slapped him in the back of the head. I was safe at the time because if he chased me off the bus the driver would have stopped him. As the bus pulled away I looked up at his window and saw him staring at me full of rage. [...] [...] His name was John and he sat in front of me on the bus. He wasn’t a very big guy, but he had a very bad attitude. At some point during the year he decided to start picking on me. He would turn around and say mean things to me and make fun of me. At first I just ignored him. After all, why should I dignify his stupidity with a response? Ignoring John just made things worse as he graduated from verbal to physical annoyance. One day he decided he needed to lightly slap the side of my head a few times to get a reaction out of me. His weak slaps only hurt my pride. Unfortunately his ploy worked. As I got off the bus I walked past his seat and slapped him in the back of the head. I was safe at the time because if he chased me off the bus the driver would have stopped him. As the bus pulled away I looked up at his window and saw him staring at me full of rage. [...]

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