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However, for me, elementary school is a somewhat painful memory. Throughout most of my grade school years I was bullied–physically and verbally–almost everyday. The kids on the playground would exclude me, my “friends” would be my friends one day and not the next, and then there would be the days that they kicked me or hurt me in some form or fashion. Of course, looking back now, it seems like petty, childish games, but in the moment it was a huge blow to the fragile eight year old I was. It wasn’t all terrible, though. Before the bullying I was naive, quick to trust, and fragile. Afterwards though, from all these experiences I learned forgiveness, kindness, grace, and who to place my trust in. As I grew up, I swore I’d never treat anyone the way I had been treated and I wouldn’t stand for bullying; no child should have to experience that kind of emotional and physical

None of my friends from the past were in my classes; hence, I was not able to turn to them for support. I would walk alone in the halls which gave three boys the opportunity to talk to me. In the beginning of the school year, the boys would form an unpretentious dialect with me on occasions. By the end of the first marking period, marching band and color guard ended and the three boys began to hector me daily about my interests. I tried opening up to a few of the girls in my class, but I quickly realized they were not truthfully my friends. I believed that talking to them about the three boys would help me, but they did not seem to understand or care. This caused me to become more insecure. By the middle of the second marking period, I would barely talk to anyone. The bullying grew excessive, which led me into a severely depressed state. The situation made me question my worth and made me feel there was no one who could help. I refused to confide in anyone about what I was going through. The boys’ torture increased as they commented about my physical appearance. Those comments caused havoc in my mind, and caused my self-esteem to continue decreasing. Finally, when the second marking period came to an end, winter color guard started. After a few short weeks, my color guard instructor, Mrs. Annette, noticed a change in my behavior and then gave me advice on how to handle the situation. I did not take advice

It was all downhill from elementary school. No, my grades didn’t drop and I didn’t become a street rat, but socially, junior high single handedly ruined my social life. But from before I even stepped foot on the premises, I was destined to an awkward, mute, and sidelined three years: seventh grade, eighth grade, and freshman year. My elementary school, Central Road, was made up of two groups of kids, those who would go to Carl Sandburg, and those who would go to Plum Grove; and my tight knit group of friends would be cut in half when it came time for the split. Although there was more than 100 students who would be moving on to one of these schools, I was one of only 20 who would be attending Plum Grove starting in the fall. Of course, my

I wish I had had a friend while growing up, but I did that myself by not wanting any friends. I could have saved myself a lot of suffering simply by trying to fit in at school. I had always told myself, “They don’t know any better. It’s okay.” I didn’t realize how mature my thinking was at the time. From being bullied, I learned how to strengthen myself and repress my feelings. I do not resent any of my classmates from elementary school since I have changed from my childish ways. My childhood taught me how mean children could be. I look forward to raising my own children and showing them the love I had never received in my

After my freshman year, the drama would get to me so easily. I began to take things personally while others would just let it go. At times, I would go to my room and call my mom. My mom would pick up the phone and ask me what happened. It must be very hard for parents to hear or see their child cry. I would cry and cry for hours. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go back to my old school. I wanted my old friends back. That’s when I wanted to become more

Starting off my high school career at McAdory High School I was accustomed to not saying a word to anyone and avoiding people as much as possible. Although McAdory had excellent staff and teachers the same could not have been said about the student body. Struggling with shyness brought on by constant bullying, as well as problems elsewhere, I quickly fell through the cracks in an unmotivated state where I stopped caring about school and my grades. I was never able make friends, and would go straight home to play games as those were my escape. Struggling daily I fought to keep myself from breaking down, and instead of being destroyed by all of the bad that surrounded me I wanted to show everyone who had

Michael J. Fox once said “One's dignity may be assaulted, vandalized and cruelly mocked, but it can never be taken away unless it is surrendered.” This quote has a very personal meaning to me and my school years growing up. Basically to me it means if your getting picked on it only affects you if you let it. When I was younger, around 1st and 2nd grade, I would get picked on all the time. For example it started with me being made fun of and called names like idiot and dumb among other things really lame things. It didn’t help that we moved a couple times and I always felt like the new kid. Even going into Middle school last year we just moved to GA and I didn’t know anyone the first day. I am not going to lie, at first I was so bothered by the situation that it even made me not want to go to school.

I had a good family, good friends, I was able to fully participate in classes. The only thing people felt bad for me about was the fact that I was taking both chemistry and biology and the fact I got shin splints freshman in track. After I came back, people watched every single movement I made, everything I did, they were waiting for me to break. It wasn’t only my closest friends, who know me best, who did this, but it was also far away acquaintances. People who I may have talked to three or four times in my entire life. They looked at me like if they said the wrong thing, then I would either collapse into a puddle of tears, which would never happen. Those looks made me so angry, because they had a reason to look at me like that. It was a well placed gesture, but made me feel different

Their petty stunts did not last. It quickly escalated from gum on a locker to pushes and shoves in the hallway. They began to use my cousin’s death against me, as some sort of sick insult. I was bullied by mainly one individual for the duration of my sophomore and junior year. Eventually, I began to seek therapy through the persuasion of my family and close friends. Being in therapy has helped me improve drastically as a person and get back on the right track. Unfortunately, my grades for sophomore and junior year suffered as well and are not where I’d like them to be. I know I could have done much better had there been different circumstances. Today, I feel I have overcome what was diagnosed as PTSD and depression. I am in a much better place than I was this time last year and I want to continue my education. Since my experience of having to cope with his untimely death, it has become my dream to graduate college as a registered nurse. I want to help people and save lives. If I could positively impact the life of just one person, everything I've gone through will be worth it. To help others and care for those who need it most will be very fulfilling to

“I want to be the best person I can be. I want to define myself instead of having others define me”. All throughout high school students defined me as “the Bully” but it wasn't always that way. I'm a true believer in the saying “ Don't judge a book by it's cover” because you never really know a person's true colors unless you take the time to get to know them. I often wonder how or why I got stuck with this title. As I walk up and down the halls I can feel the silent judgement of others, critiquing the way I talk and the way I look.

When I first started High School I was part of a group of friends who were really good people but unfortunately looked down upon by many other students for not being part of the popular crowd. One day while walking through the school halls together, my friends and I passed a group of ‘popular’ boys standing by their lockers. As we got close to them, they began to make insulting comments about us and rude noises. One of the boys laughed sarcastically commenting, “Oh yeah, I’d definitely take you on a date.” Conveniently my friends’ older brother happened to turn the corner just in time to witness this verbal assault. He immediately proceeded to chastise our abusers and remind them that they too were grade nines not so long ago. These may sound

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students

Although we may not realize we often hurt people unintentionally all the time whether it be through a misunderstanding, a joke taken too far, or simply because we did nothing as a fellow peer was being picked on. In the first grade I attended a different school system than the one I go to now because I was picked on quite often and there wasn’t an end to it in the foreseeable future, so my parents decided it was best for me to switch schools. I rode the bus that year and for some reason the older kids on the bus found it somewhat enjoyable to bully me because there weren’t many Indian kids like myself there. Looking back on that time I still stick with my decisions made during those incidents because I could avoid major conflict by not retaliating.

This all taught me that most actions you make, don’t just affect you, they affect other people too. Also, when I’m in highschool, I want to have a good time! I don’t want a bunch of people talking to me to put another person down, I want a lot of people talking to me because they enjoy it! I already have a lot of friends that are freshmen, but I don’t want to ruin that next year because I hurt somebody else. I am going to try to live my life to the fullest, and I am going to remember this in high school so I don’t affect anybody else in a bad

Friends are the greatest things one can have. They make you happy, allow you to feel wanted in the community, and of course, keep you company. There are so many kids who attend our school; so many social groups. Some that may seem particularly different from others. All friends, in some kind of way communicate with one another; they talk. I know there’s always some kind of gossip nearly every group of friends talk about. Whether it be about a rumor, about a girl, and so on. Secrets spread around like wildfire, and you never know when you can trust someone. People are destroyed by these rumors. I’ve literally seen a girl go back and forth through friend groups and get verbally bullied by the heartless things people have said about her. Nobody should experience that no matter what someone’s heard her say about others. I know CSS is better than this. I know because this is where I made lifelong friends, ones who I know are kind at heart but then can choose to be mean in person. I’m always one for second chances. People are able to change, and at heart all people really are benevolent. Doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance? The same girl who got neglected, I will always be friend her no matter what. I will support her through her rough times and will genuinely do everything to support her. Now if I can do that, even though I know she’s said some mean things about me, why can’t everyone? You don’t ever have to be particularly best friends with anyone, but in this school,