Once there was a young boy named Jimmy who was frequently put down and pushed around by a classmate named Max. Max was a popular kid. Super cool. Everybody seemed to like him—except for those who somehow got on his bad side. Day after day, Jimmy tried to just put up with the bullying. He’d tell himself, “It’s no big deal.” But one day it became a big deal. Max seriously crossed the line, hurting Jimmy so badly that he reported it. The Assistant Principal, Mr. Thompson, called Max into his office, along with Max’s best friend, Carl, who was in a different class and hadn’t seen the incidents. After their meeting, Mr. Thompson decided that Jimmy’s story didn’t hold up. Max and his friend both claimed that Jimmy was just overreacting and making things up. They even blamed Jimmy as the real problem, saying he was so hard to get along with. The letter Mr. Thompson sent home to Jimmy’s folks said that “it does not seem like Jimmy’s accusations are accurate.”
I told this little parable to my 6th-grade daughter one morning as we walked to school. I ended by asking her, “What do you think of that?”
She replied with one word: “Poop.” (Not edited—that’s literally how she talks. I’m welcoming her innocence as long as it lasts!)
“What do you mean by that?” I asked.
“Well, the Assistant Principal should have interviewed more kids from the class. Those who really knew what was going on. Who had seen stuff. That wasn’t fair!”
Simple enough for a 12-year-old to understand.
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