You can use your popularity as a shield, and even hide behind your supermassive ego, but you can't run away from karma.

Bitches. Bullies.
We've all either endured their heartless comments or hurtful ways ourselves, or have seen them inflict sadism on others. It's not nice, and often the smallest insults or actions, or as they call them- 'jokes', go unpunished.

Just like today.
My friend Salma was slapped across the face by a girl, who then refused to admit that she had done something wrong even after being confronted. Salma reported the physical abuse to the Year 9 coordinator, who did nothing- yes, nothing- to resolve her complaint. This very same coordinator had stated in assembly at the beginning of this week that, "Bully is not acceptable and offenders will face the consequences. Speak up, and your voice will not go unheard."

Ever heard of the saying, "Practice what you preach"?

To make things worse, now people are publishing posts on Facebook about the incident- and making my friends look like the offenders. Like physical abuse wasn't enough that they had to bring cyber bullying into the situation too. All I can say now, is that what goes around- comes around.

 I'll end this post with a song by one of my favorite solo singers/ songwriter. It's about bullying in high school. In the song, she comes across as a bystander, but in an interview she stated that she herself was actually the victim of a bully. It's a sad but really meaningful song with great lyrics. Click HERE to listen to it!
Hope everyone has a nice bully- free weekend :)

Caught in the Crowd by Kate Miller- Heidke

There was a guy at my school, when I was in high school

We'd ride side by side in the morning on our bicycles

Never even spoken or faced each other

But on the last hill we'd race each other

When we reached the racks we'd each go our own way

I wasn't in his classes, I didn't know his name

When we finally got to speak he just stared at his feet

And mumbled a sentence that ended with 'James' 

(Chorus)

I was young and caught in the crowd

I didn't know then what I know now

I was dumb, and I was proud

And I'm sorry

If I could go back do it again

I'd be someone you could call friend

Please please believe that I'm sorry

Well he was quite a big guy, kinda shy and quiet

When the kids called him weird he didn't try to deny it

Every lunchtime he'd spend walking by himself

Round the boundary of the grounds til he heard the bell

Well one day I found him, joined him on his walk

We were silent for a while until we started to talk

I told him my family were fighting in court

He said his step-dad and him always fought

We talked about music, he was into punk

He told me all the bands that I liked were junk

I said I'd never heard the songs the Sex Pistols sang

I laughed back at him and then the bell rang

(Chorus)

It was after school in the afternoon

The corridors were crowded as we came out of the rooms

Three guys I knew pushed him into the cement

Threw away his bag and said he had no friends

He yelled that he did and he looked around

Tried getting up but they pushed him on down

That's when he saw me, called out my name

And I turned my back, and just walked away

I turned my back, and just walked away

(Chorus)

Please, please believe that I'm sorry