The school where I got my Airframe and Powerplant mechanic's license just revamped its website. They contacted me to get a "testimonial" and then sent me an email with a link when the new site went up, which was this past week.

In addition to the current photo of me on the job that I sent them, I found that there was a picture of me at the school when I was a student. I don't even remember it being taken. Most of the pictures from the school that they used on the website were from my class, apparently, because I recognized a few of my classmates. We must have just been the most photogenic class, or something, because that was nearly ten years ago.

I was poking around on MySpace finding friends from high school and such, and I don't know what posessed me, because I haven't thought of her in years, but I decided to look up a girl that had bullied me all through middle school just for the hell of it. She wasn't on there, so I decided to Google her since she had a very, very unusual name and it would be easy to find her.

My bully in middle school wasn't the typical bully that would beat me up, but was a privileged bitchy little girl who had everything. I still to this day don't know why she chose me to pick on, but I was the lucky one. My bully was a ballerina, and a cheerleader and had lots of expensive designer clothes, shoes, purses, etc. My parents, who were aparently much smarter than hers, bought me good quality clothes, but not every item was a designer name brand. It is ridiculous to buy children expensive designer clothes when they will just outgrow them in a few months, but her parents who didn't have very much money splurged on a lavish wardrobe for her anyway.

Anway my bully used to make snide remarks about my clothes or hair and would make fun of me right in front of all the other girls. Eventually it didn't matter what I was wearing or how expensive it was, or nice it was, she would still make fun of it, or if not what I was wearing, how I looked in it. She turned all the other girls against me even though we had been friends before. She was just a little bitch. I guess it made her feel better about herself or it was just fun to her to pick on me because she made my life miserable for seventh and eighth grades. I would cry in the morning and beg my mom to let me stay home and sometimes she took pity on me and actually let me.

Fortunately for me this girl was apparently a good dancer and went off after eighth grade to study ballet seriously in New York or something. I didn't care as long as she was gone. High school was a completely different experience and I had lots of friends there, no problem. I haven't thought about this middle school bully in quite a while but I always figured karma would bite her in the ass one day.

When I looked her up on Google, I found that karma doesn't always work, because this girl that made every day of my existence in middle school a living hell has been in MOVIES. Like movies that I have seen. Okay, one movie that I have seen, but still. And she is a Harvard graduate and is married and has a child. I hope that she never has to comfort her own child after she is picked on by a bully like she was back then. She probably has no idea that she was even a bully. Hmmphf.

Did you ever get picked on as a kid? What is your bully doing now? Do you think they remember what they did to you? Or were you the bully?

Tj at Zazzafooky.com wrote an interesting post here, and it made me think about how the tooth fairy and Easter Bunny and Santa Claus were ruined for me as a kid. My parents were always great, but there were times they slipped up on this kind of stuff. The first one I remember was when I was four and I came out of my room in the middle of the night only to find them putting together my Easter basket. They tried to justify it somehow by saying they were helping the Easter Bunny or something like that but it just didn't fly. After that disappointment they went to great pains that year to convince me that Santa Claus was still real and they almost had me but there was still that suspicion in the back of my little five year old mind.

The funniest though was when they were so overtired (they worked hard) and forgot about the "tooth fairy." I would wake up in the morning and my tooth would still be there and I would ask what had happened, had the tooth fairy forgotten me? My dad would come into the room and mysteriously "find" a dollar bill on the window sill or some other silly place and they would tell me that the tooth fairy was getting senile or something. It was cute and funny that they tried.

I got the opportunity once to be a tooth fairy myself while I was a camp counselor. I took my responsibility very seriously and evertything worked out great. I didn't want to be the one responsible for destroying the illusion for a little girl. What about you, at what age did you find out that it was all just your parents' doing?