How I Persevered Through Bulling

I felt scared when I was standing up to him because he was a bully and he was the one bothering me for the whole school year and I decided it had to stop. The only thing that I was thinking was I couldn’t let him bother me anymore and, I couldn’t take anymore of it. I was thinking if he was with his friends when I'm on my way to class he and his friends might beat me up. When I was

4. In fourth grade, a girl my class often bullied me for what seemed to have no logical reason. After getting to know her better and asking her why she often bullied everyone, I realized the struggles she was experiencing and understood why she answered that way out of jealousy.

4. In fourth grade, a girl my class often bullied me for what seemed to have no logical reason. After getting to know her better and asking her why she often bullied everyone, I realized the struggles she was experiencing and understood why she answered that way out of jealousy.

When someone is being bullied, they are likely to face with a series of challenges, which it causes social, physical, and health problems.

has bullied me for years, for what reason? I start to look at all my bad features,

As a child growing up I was bullied through words, it was hard to go through but when you stand up to that person or go and to talk to someone older about the situation, something will get done. Even though I have older brothers that could have taking care the name calling but I knew I had to

I’ve been bullied all my life in a life full of strife if I may add

Salivar Slaughter, who is a justice counselor who work with kids that need help talking out their problems. The most common question being asked and a lot of people have been wondering is “have you ever been bullied?” When I asked Mrs.Slaughter the question, she said “ I kind of have been bullied. Someone hacked into my facebook and posted some things that were bad and inappropriate.” As she described it, her sister comes into her room and told her that there were inappropriate statues being made on her facebook. It was too late to delete the status because there were people commenting on the status which lead to a fight. I also asked her “why would one individual bully another?”She told me “I think when i see they are hurt, they may hate themselves,letting the world know that “i'm tough” and also trying to find themselves.” Another person I interviewed was Mrs. Hale, a counselor at Madison High School. Mrs. Hale has been bullied in ninth grade, she was a quiet, shy girl, didn’t really like to talk much. There was a boy who decided to pick on me, he would sit next to me and ignore me during the ride to school.But it didn't last

Everyone has been bullied at least once in their life. But not many are willing to admit to being the bully. Most stories about bulling come from the perspective of the victim, but with a good reason: it’s hard to admit to once being a jerk.

The summer before second grade was the peak of my older brother Henry bullying me (Lyman). He was always doing little mean tricks on me, like tying my shoes together, eating my food at the dinner table, or pushing me in the mud. It was not until that summer in late June that he brought me to my fate.

When I was little my grandmother on my dad’s side done my sisters and I so dirty. She favored my cousins who are not related to her at all. As for my sisters and I, we felt left out when they would come over and visit. I remember how my sisters and I got in trouble for fighting each other and got a spanking.

When I was in third grade there was this kid named Andrew. He is a very important person in my memories because he was my bully. It wasn’t the kind of bullying situation that you could fix by telling a parent because he was in my dad’s car. Yes he was a person in my dad’s carpool and there was nothing i could do about it. At school there was an assembly that talked about the types of bullies. They were verbal, assault, exclusion, and cyber. He would do all of those things to me. He would call me fat, ugly, and swear words that i can’t say/write. He was also at my school and we had recess together. When i would go outside he would track me down and he would push me and throw basket balls and soccer balls at me.

I said nothing. Having been a bully, I knew bullies and knew what was going through his mind emotionally right then: anger, rage, and betrayal. My failure wasn't just a lapse of reasoning or a silly moment we could laugh about together: it was a deliberate agitation designed to make him look foolish.

I’m sure there’s someone here that has either been bullied or has been the bully. Do you ever look back at what you did or what was said to you? I sure do.

Ever since i was in fifth grade i have witnessed bullying, but in seventh grade was when it started happening to me. I remember getting made fun of for having a gap in my teeth and having acne. Those were the most,