by Wynn Wagner
I went to Trinity Valley School (TVS) in Fort Worth for several years. Brutal courses. I barely had to crack a book when I went back to public school. What’s more, I rarely saw anything new in college. Everything was stuff I learned at TVS.
TVS was the site of the only school bullying that I experienced. Two kids were the main culprits: Martin Fender and [?] Cushing. It was bad enough that my adopted dad had a meeting with one of the school executives. KENT HENNING had the balls to say bullying — especially when it involves a gay kid — is just a fact of life. He told me to get used to it. He said there’d be no help from the school. This guy’s name (if you missed it) is KENT HENNING. The school is Trinity Valley, and they went out and named a golf tournament after this pro-bullying dick.
You can imagine how dismayed I was to run across a webpage about the Kent Henning Invitational Golf Tournament. This official sponsor of anti-gay bullying has a golf thingy named after him.
I took care of the bullying. I left TVS at the end of the year and went back to public school. It was nice there, and I rarely had to study.
TVS got kicked to the curb. I never even thought about Henning or Fender or Cushing. I moved on, but the golf game was annoying. Henning somehow hoodwinked that school: mazel tov.
Because I was born into foster care, finding ad hoc solutions to problems is what I can do. My insurance policy against public school bullying was both fun and effective. I put out for a couple of football players. I don’t really know if we had quid pro quo. All I know is that there wasn’t any bullying, for whatever reason.