Bullied in school

In today's video, I would like to talk

about the friends that I had during

secondary school. I went to 2 secondary

schools. The first one I went to for about

half a year, and I really enjoyed going to

that secondary school because I had all my

friends from primary school there, and I

was really comfortable. I wasn't bullied.

I really enjoyed going to school. I

actually looked forward to going to school

so I could see my friends. I was very

outgoing. I wasn't shy. I was very

Outroverted, extroverted. Is that the

word? No? The opposite of introverted, I

guess. Anyway, I was a very different

person back then, but then my granddad

died and everything changed. If only my

granddad lived for an extra year or two,

then maybe I wouldn't have turned out so

weird. But my granddad died and then we

moved into his house, and that's the house

I'm living in right now. The problem is

this house is kind of far away from where

my first secondary school was. So after we

moved house, I also had to change

secondary schools, and I was pretty upset

about this because I had to leave behind

all my friends that I knew from primary

school that I had known for about 6 to 7

years, and I had to go to this new strange

school where I didn't know anyone and I

had to make new friends. And this was the

first time in my entire, in my entire life

that I had to experience not having any

friends or not knowing anyone. It was my

first time in about 7 years where I was

dumped in this new place where I knew no

one, and I had to make new friends

straight from the beginning, from scratch,

and it was really terrifying. For the

first few weeks, the teacher assigned this

kid called William Welsh to show me

around, to guide me around the school. So

I followed him around for the first few

weeks, but then one day out of the blue,

he said to me, Daniel, I don't like you.

You're always complaining. You're always

whinging. What's he talking about? I never

complain, idiot. Anyway, after he said

that to me, I never spoke to him again,

and I became a loner. For the first half

year or so at my new school, I was a

complete loner. I didn't have any friends.

I didn't talk to anyone. During class, I

just sat there. I was that strange kid who

sat in the corner who didn't talk to

anyone and was always by himself. During

break time, I didn't interact with the

other kids. I just stood there in the

corner of the room, or I'd just sit there

eating my sandwich. I used to go to the

cafeteria and have lunch by myself, and

sometimes the teachers would come up to me

and ask me if I was okay, like they were

worried about me. Sometime later, this new

kid started coming to school called

Matthew Glasscock. I know, I'm not making

this up. Seriously, his last name was

Glasscock, and everyone used to tease him.

Even the teachers used to go, oi,

Glasscock! And then he would get really

upset about it. He would say, it's not

Glasscock, it's Glasscock, because it was

spelled with one S, not two S's. Could you

imagine if your last name was Glasscock?

I would just pay and get a name change. I

would change that name so fast you

wouldn't even know. Anyway, I became

friends with Glasscock because he also

didn't have any other friends because he

was new to the school, and at first he was

a nice person. We had a nice friendship.

But as time went on, it turned out he was

this sadistic nutcase of a person.

He was completely mental. He was my

friend, but he wasn't really a friend. He

was like a buddy pretending to be my

friend. Every single day he would do these

really irritating things. For example, he

would punch me on the arm every morning

and say he wanted to do boxing practice.

And then if you fought back and punched

him back, it just made him get more

excited and more aggressive. Every time he

attacked me, punched me, or put me in a

headlock, he would stick out his tongue

and then start biting it as if he was

getting some kind of sick sexual

satisfaction from inflicting pain on me.

During class, he would sit next to me,

and when I was writing something in my

book, he would nudge my elbow with his

elbow, making me mess up what I was

writing. And he would do other irritating

things like tripping me up all the time or

slapping the back of my head. Sometimes he

would say really racist things to me about

Malaysia or about Asian people. He would

say things like, if I went to China, I

would just be laughing at how silly

everyone looked all the time. Or he would

tell me to go back to Malaysia. Once he

said something really racist and I just

punched him in the face. He didn't really

react. He didn't say anything. He didn't

fight back. He just— he stopped talking

and he just sat there. It was a bit of a

surprise. I was expecting him to punch me

back, but he didn't. I felt like I was in

some kind of abusive relationship. I

couldn't escape from him because he would

always sit next to me. He would always

hang around me because he didn't have any

other friends. This went on for years.

When we got to the age of around 15, he

stopped clinging to me because I don't

know what happened to him. Something

changed about him and he started smoking.

I think he might have started doing drugs

and he started hanging out with the other

kids who also did smoking. And for the

last year or so of school, he just stopped

coming to school completely. I, I don't

know what happened to him. I also had

another friend called Jay, and I

considered him to be my best friend. I

became friends with him after the second

year of secondary school. My mum was

driving me home from school one day, and

it was pouring down with rain, and we saw

this small boy walking home from school.

He was wearing this bright red Manchester

United coat with this bright red

Manchester United school bag, and And my

mum stopped the car next to him, opened

the window, and asked him if he wanted a

lift home. My mum always used to do things

like this. She was always inviting kids

from the street into our house to eat

food. She was always giving lifts to kids

going home or going to school, and I used

to hate this. It used to make me feel

really anxious and nervous, and I didn't

like having strangers in our house or in

our car. Anyway, after this happened, I

became friends with Jay, and Every day we

would walk home from school together, and

eventually we would start riding our bikes

from school to our houses and to school

from our houses. And one day I went over

to his house and he introduced me to his

other friend called Rob, and the 3 of us

became pretty good friends. We used to do

a lot of things together. We used to play

video games, mostly Halo. We started

playing Warhammer 40K together, and then

we started Warhammer Fantasy. We used to

go to Games Workshop every Sunday because

they did this 1-hour session where they

taught you how to play the game, and we

used to go there with a bunch of other

kids and we used to play Warhammer, and it

was a lot of fun. I made this really cool

battleground on top of my table using a

green tablecloth, and I made ruined

buildings using pieces of polystyrene,

and I painted it gray. I was really proud

of my battleground that I made, and Jay

and Rob used to come over to my house

after school. They would bring their

Warhammer armies, and we would sit right

in this very spot in my room, and we would

paint our figures, and then we would have

Warhammer battles. I kept changing my

army. At first I had a Chaos Marine army,

and then I moved to having an Ork army,

and then I had an Eldar army, and then I

had an Imperial Guard army, and then my

final army was the Tau army, which I liked

the most. I was really good at painting my

figures. They looked really professional,

and Jay and Robert were terrible at

painting. Sometimes they would pay me

money to paint the figures for them. When

it snowed, we used to go sledging

together, and we were really into

skateboarding. We used to skateboard all

around the village. We would go to school

after it's closed and then skateboard

around the school, and I would practice

doing heelflips every day. I could

actually land a few heelflips perfectly,

which I was pretty proud of. Jay also got

me into Linkin Park, and the first ever

album I bought was Hybrid Theory. Before

that, I never really listened to music. I

wasn't interested in music. But thanks to

Jay, I was introduced to metal music and

rock bands, and even to this day, I still

listen to that kind of music. Me and Jay

were very similar. We were both very short

for our age, very small compared to the

other kids. We were both very quiet. The

other kids used to tease us sometimes.

They would say, are you two twins?

Because we both kind of looked the same

from behind. We both had very black, dark

hair, and we both didn't speak very much.

So me, Jay, and Glasscock used to be this

group of friends. We were always together.

Jay also used to suffer from Glasscock's

daily punching and irritating personality.

Rob wasn't in the same year as us. He was

in the year below us, so he didn't have to

suffer from this abuse. I hated Glasscock

so much. I actually wanted him to die. He

was so unbelievably irritating. Every

single day, every day I went to school,

he was there just Being irritating.

I don't think I've ever hated someone so

much apart from the Nepal guy. He made my

school life miserable. If I had a Death

Note, I would write his name in there so

quickly. I would write, punches himself in

the face repeatedly over and over until

he dies. After he started smoking and

stopped coming to school, my life, my

quality of life improved so much. I

actually started to enjoy going to school

during the last year of school. When Mija

and Robert reached the age of 16,

everything changed. I already talked about

this in the Why I Will Never Learn to

Drive video. Basically, we turned 16,

they got their driving license for a

moped, and then they got their driving

license for a car, and they started

hanging out with the people that I

despised, and they turned into completely

different people that I didn't like. The

last time I spoke to Jay was sometime last

year on Facebook, and he said he was

living with his girlfriend. He was making

good money as a mechanic. I don't know

what Rob's doing. Last time I saw him on

Facebook, he had a girlfriend. I'm not

sure what kind of work he's doing though.

As for Glasscock, I have no idea what

happened to him. Actually, one time when I

was working at the petrol station, this

customer came in, and he was actually this

person that I knew from secondary school.

And he said that he saw Glasscock in the

hospital. He— he punched a glass window

and smashed it with his hand or something,

and he was getting stitches. He sounds

like he's still a complete psycho. I hope

his life is shit. I really do. I also had

this other friend called Dean, but I

didn't like him much. He kept inviting

himself over to my house, and he kept

phoning and then talking for ages. I hate

it when people just randomly phone you.

Or when people keep bugging you to talk on

the phone, why don't you just send a

message? And one time he punched me in the

stomach really hard, and I collapsed to

the ground because I couldn't breathe.

Also, he smelled like body odor all of the

time. Really bad body odor.