I turned seventeen in September of my senior year of high school, so the summer I was seventeen was the summer after I graduated from high school. I worked for a day care center that summer, and it was my first job. Well, my first non-babysitting job.
In my post yesterday, I discussed how some recent interactions with former high school bullies helped me reach the surprising conclusion that some of my former tormentors are now mature, successful, even nice people. But it got me thinking about bullies who don’t grow out of it: what happens to them? Who are their targets […]