You dealt with them in grade school.  Maybe they stole your homework.  Made fun of your braces or your frizzy hair.  Or maybe you were a bully.  Desperate to hang onto your big-time status, you got into fistfights or gossip wars.  (Either way, it’s okay.  We all grow up.)

Except sometimes we don’t.

Don’t be a bully.

When someone is asking a question and truly trying to understand the answer, there is never a good reason to be rude.  You might already understand the answer.  Or you might not be interested in the answer.  Maybe you just want to move on with the material.  Get over it. In the three minutes it takes to get someone’s confusion squared away, you could:

  • read ahead in your text
  • take a bathroom break
  • fantasize about your future practice
  • pull out a few notecards for review
  • ask your neighbor about her new nose ring
  • play several epic games of tic-tac-toe

Things not to do include:

  • make melodramatic sighing noises to show off your exasperation
  • laugh at the questioner
  • say, “The rest of us get it.  Why don’t you get it?”
  • throw your hands up and ask “WHY DON’T YOU JUST GOOGLE IT?” from across the room

If someone is bullying you …

  • Don’t react. Even if you’re pretty sure you can do it politely, and ESPECIALLY if you know you can do it scathingly.
  • Do a quick motivation check.  Are you asking a question that you should have known the answer to if you had studied?  Are you asking an advanced question just to make yourself look smarter?  Be honest.
  • If you fail the motivation check, go ahead and back off.  If you pass, don’t stop asking questions just because a bully is feeling annoyed.
  • Check in with your instructor. Were your questions disruptive?  Save them for later.  Justified?  Carry on.
  • Don’t backbite. Even if your study posse decides to make you feel better by talking crap about your bully.  They’ll admire you for not participating.
  • Kick butt on your next exam.  Is it petty to want to score better than your bully?  Absolutely.  Does it feel good anyway?  HELL YEAH.

I wish I could promise that massage therapy school will never feel like middle school.  I can honestly say that nothing I’ve ever experienced in massage school (or in life) has ever been as horrible as seventh grade.  But I was a dork then, and I’m a dork now.

I’ve cried at night after people have begged the instructor to switch partners around so that they wouldn’t have to work on me.

I get talked about for being the class brainiac who somehow still can’t manage to operate a hairbrush.

Cliques form everywhere, and some of them would rather catch ringworm from a client than include you in their gossipmongering.  That’s okay.

Find your people. Treasure them.  Bring them cupcakes.

And together, study your bottoms off, get licensed, and be the best army of non-meanypants massage therapists ever to walk the earth.  Take over the world with the power of your awesome friendship.  I’m totally down with the idea of a bunch of helpful MTs running the government in perpetuity.

So, to recap:

  1. Don’t be mean.
  2. Be kind.
  3. REVOLUTION!

How you deal with people who beat you up and take your lunch money put others down?  (Seriously, I want to know.  I wouldn’t have written this entry if I weren’t processing all this crap for myself right now.) Share the brilliance and/or plots for global takeover.

P.S.- You get double love points from me if you can address this as an ethics question.  I’d do it myself, but it’s late, and I already sat through a staff meeting today.  Cognition = fried.

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