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No idea, I am not concerned with their lives.

He got brain cancer and died.

My mom was horrified when I was happy about it. I told her the person I was before him would not have been happy, but he destroyed that person.

If I weren't agnostic, I'd say I hope he rots in hell. As it is, I'm just glad the world has lost another piece of shit.

Don't know, don't care.

I haven't talked to anyone from my school days since the second I got out so 乁⁠༼⁠☯⁠‿⁠☯⁠✿⁠༽⁠ㄏ

I didn’t have a bully in high school, but my middle school bully is serving a life sentence with no possibility of parole - he broke into an old woman’s house, raped her, murdered her, robbed her house, and got caught because he used her credit cards at the mall.

He's still my father ...

How the hell am I supposed to know?

Dunno. I've been pretty selective about who I keep in contact with.

I hope their life is going well, though. I generally hope everyone's life is going well.

Those I do know about I heard about through the grapevine or stumbled onto their Facebook profile.

One is a single mother still dressing like a bar star circa 2006 and has kids from like three different dudes. I hope she dies miserable and alone.

Another one joined the military after high school and came out as gay after she left boot. I ran into her once after and she seemed happier. I never took her bullying as seriously as I did the others because it was obvious to me even then that she was dealing with some identity shit. The late 90s wasn't exactly a friendly time for queer folk and her friends were the small-minded dipshits whose every other word was the F slur or calling something or someone gay in a pejorative sense.

Everyone else ended up dead, a junkie or methhead, or leading lives of mediocrity after peaking in high school. I had one guy try to bully me again at a bar when we were in our 30s. I laughed in his face and told him I wasn't a timid 14 year old anymore and that I'd happily beat the fuck out of him if he wants to step outside. Dude got real quiet before mumbling about having to work in the morning and left. Bullies will always be cowards at heart.

Idk if she was my bully necessarily, but the interactions with that group of people fucked with me. Anyway, she became a therapist which I thought was absolutely fucking wild. I wonder if she ever thinks about the way she acted as a teen.

I didn't really have a high school bully, but I did have an elementary school bully. I knew he would end up in prison when we were both five years old.

He did, for manslaughter, at 19.

I met him at a train station. He was a junkie, did not recognize me, and begged for money.

which one? I joke. Had sorta a grade school bully but not really high school. I mean there were jerks. Who keeps track of this kind of thing??? I don't even keep up with my high school friends unfortunately. I would have to really work to find people I did not like.

I didn't really have a bully, but no one really liked me all that much. A combination of not being likable (home problems), neurodivergent, and a minority.

I looked up one of the guys that was a jerk and apparently he's a cop now. That tracks. The rest I really don't remember and honestly I just don't care that much.

She became a fitness instructor who sadly died of a stroke around the time of our twenty year reunion.

First of all: I cannot care less for them. One day I saw one in a crappy low budget car store, it made my day 🤷‍♂️😂

For the most part I haven't kept track. One of them wound up getting a PhD, moving far away, and becoming a decent person. I'm also pretty sure he wouldn't have considered himself a bully. I also probably was guilty of bullying to an extent because I wasn't a paragon of maturity when I was young. The guy who might've called me a bully went on to become an accomplished author (accomplished enough that it's his sole source of income).

In my own life, while I'm arguably less successful than either, I've accomplished pretty much everything that was important to me in terms of family and money, so I guess everything turned out for everyone. I could give a shit about the worst bullies, so I really have no idea about them.

Got married very young, got a crazy wife, had a bunch of kids, divorced, migrated, worked hard, became a decent person in the process and is now a grandfather. I still meet him occasionally and he's a fun guy to be around of.

Bold of you to assume my class has only had one.

I imagine what happened to them is the same as most regular people. Some of them found a career they may or may not enjoy, got married to someone out of love or fear of being alone, popped a couple kids, and are now relaxing while watching a sports game on the TV.

School was over a decade ago, kids are shitheads with raging hormones flowing through their underdeveloped brains and usually a good heaping of unresolved neglect/abuse causing further emotional issues. Point is, I don't care to hold hate in my heart for people who dont even exist anymore as they once were and ive moved on. I hope they found what they want out of life.

He's in jail, last I checked. He had anger management issues and serious problems at home. For whatever reason, he took his problems out on me and others. He actually went into the women's restroom and physically attacked me.

In my last year of high school in 1999, the police asked him to step out of the classroom and into the hallway to "talk." There was loud voices, then the sound of a scuffle, shouting, and we could see then police had tackled him to the ground.

I don't exactly know what shit he was dealing with at home, but I heard it was bad. Still, that's no excuse for his behavior towards others.

He died of cancer before he turned 30.

Good riddance. He forced a dried raccoon dick into my mouth in the school library. Then called me "coon" for years.

His heart exploded from excessive cocaine use

Died in a car crash. Or that's what I tell myself.

He did some time in prison, then got out and apparently became a better person.

died under mysterious circumstances… also i killed him

They became a cop

So far as I've heard, none of them ever escaped that distant past.

I bullied myself mostly. I'm doing fine, besides all the anxiety and self loathing

Hell if I know. My hometown was a sorta nexus of misery like Derby though, and I'm the only one I know of from my graduating class that actually got out. So I'd guess they've either already died in Indiana, or are on the path to dying in Indiana, and I couldn't imagine a worse fate for them.

happy, successful, never took any accountability

I didn't have any specific bullies in highschool but my elementary and middle school bully just dropped out of college because he couldn't manage his grades and be a stoner. Fuckin loser, I smoke almost daily and I'm doin fine. Smh

Depends on who exactly you mean, but thinking of the 'high school bullies' of my day in general, mostly prison.

He is now selling kitchens.

I lost contact with everyone I knew in school, but curiosity got the better of me and I tried a web search a few years ago (he had a very unusual name). Turns out he died in a fight when still pretty young. I wasn't surprised.

Car accident, became a quadriplegic.

I'm doing just fine.

Which of them?

Idk, he wound up at the same college as me my supersenior year. He was probably a grad student. By the end of high school I was attractive and charming, and he was widely regarded as an annoying asshole. So when I walked past him between my fwb's apartment and my lab I felt no need to say hi or even let him know who I was. I'd become who I wanted to be, and if he'd become better then people probably liked him, if he hadn't he'd probably stay rejected by those around him as long as he remained unpleasant to be around. I moved away after college and haven't seen him since.

Stayed in my home town, commute to the small city 30 minutes away working as an insurance agent. Married, appears to have kids. Super for them. It sounds like my nightmare, I moved 2000 miles away and work in tech, but I guess his life sounds fun.

I hope they ended up with miserable lives. But I don't know.