I Was Sorry For Hurting A Teacher

I am sure every sixth-grade class had at least one kid who was the focal point for bullies. The class was a place for bullies to be in “their own spot”. In the fifth grade, I fought against my inability to make friends, so I did things to garner attention. I thought that if I had enough of the class’s attention or the teacher, I would be safe.

To bully is to use strength and power to intimidate or harm the ones who are weaker. In the documentary “Bully”, directed by Lee Hirsch, the theme of the film is how many teachers and parents actually do not know what is happening in the lives of the children that they care for. However, there are also so many children who are hesitant to tell anyone that they are being bullied. The film follows the lives of several children who are faced with bullying every day. This film also follows parents whose children have committed suicide. Their lives had become intolerable and no one noticed or someone noticed and they did nothing too late. There are teachers and administrators who are clueless as to what is happening and some just flat out do not want to

Just imagine you are Greg Heffley the puniest and weakest kid in the 6th grade and you are getting teased everyday! You arrive at school and the first thing you do is get bullied. Would you like it???? I know I wouldn’t! One day later..... “Ring ring!” the school bell goes off for lunch. “NOOOOOOOOOOO NOT THE BELL!” Greg and his friend Rowely say as a stampede of big, older, and tougher kids come through the halls.

Have you ever been bullied? If so what actions did you take stop it? Just like you may have been bullied a kid names Keaton Jones and a speaker of poem finds ways to overcome being bullied.This essay will state the characteristics Keaton Jones and the speaker of the poem be able to use later in their lives from the experience of being bullied.

The first day of class was very interesting, everyone was wearing orange for bully prevention. I think it’s very important for schools to teach students about bullying, and why everyone should be treated the way they want to be treated. As I was walking in class, one of Mrs. Vickers students was pulled to the side for bullying someone in the cafeteria. She asked her why she did that and she couldn’t give her an answer. Mrs. Vickers told the young girl that she was going to call her

As a young man growing up, I have had my share of hardships and difficulties with bullies and being bullied. My personal experiences of bulling started early in middle school and continued throughout junior high and high school. Given a small frame and statue, classmates would often create pranks targeting me. The pranks didn’t the start out as f bulling; name calling started early on my school career. Names such as four eyes, studderbox, nerd, mute, Steve Urkel, were just some of the many names I endured while in school. Entering high school as a freshmen was one of the most enjoyable and traumatic times as a young man. Going into high school with a new attitude, I thought the bulling was over. By the second week of school, I found

There is a moment from gym class that still stands out clearly from being bullied in grade school. In an activity where everyone grabbed a section of a round fabric and had to as a collective, keep several balls bouncing, someone was hit by one. The teacher did not see who threw it, however, he decided that it was a deliberate strike on the kid who was hit. Two kids called me out as the offender. The teacher took me by the arm and yanked me into his office. He pulled me physically to the office just outside the

I wandered to the a seat towards the back of the class, away from all the strangers in the room hoping and praying they wouldn’t notice me. Tables filled the room, three rows across and 3 rows deep, with two chairs to each table. A dirty fish tank was to my right, giving off a slightly unpleasant odor. He could have at least cleaned it for the first day of school perhaps. Students began piling in, shuffling to their seats and every chair, passing me by. I could hear everyone reconnecting, chatter echoed through the room, muttered stories of what they did this past summer. I figured, if I just sit completely still and quiet, maybe they won’t even know I’m here.

I was now a seventh grader, and sitting in history. I begun to answer questions from the teacher when I felt something hit the back of my head, it was a paper ball. The incident continued for a week, and I told her to stop multiple times, but she did not. One night I went home and my brother taught me how to defend myself if she continued. From that point forward she never bullied me again. I was determined to stop being classified as a “nerd” and to not fall to the stereotypical bullying. I fought back every chance I had, and did not back down. However, I was not going to change myself due to being picked

I realize what I did was wrong and comnpletelky unacceptable and I deeply apologize for breaking your trust . I hope that you can eventually forgive me and if you cant I understand but I enjoy going to school because of my relationships with my teachers and I deeply regret tarnishing ours.

Then, came the years of horror with moments filled with “U-dip-toe,” “stupid,” and “weirdo”. Such sounds still constantly echo in my ears; I can still feel for those moments from some my middle school peers- yelling, shouting. Since my very first week at middle school, I was frightened to go to class, especially the cafeteria, although I had some friends and learned how to seek help when I need it as well as defend myself while trying my best to keep myself calm. However, it did not stop. Sometimes, I even got into trouble and teachers did not always trust me; perhaps, they did not see what I experienced: others stepping on my sneakers and spilling milk on my yellow polos. I can still visualize myself being alone at one table in my middle school cafeteria. I was bullied by my classmates for not conforming to their standards of what I should be, what “normal” looked like. Most of my peers in middle school shared similar socio-economic background as mine and perhaps, they (and even I, at that time,) didn't see the world of possibilities that surrounded me.

Students may experience bullying in various situations. Most adults when reflecting on their school days, may evoke imagery of the taller than average, out of form classmate, chuckling along the hallway carelessly. Like an alligator ready to pounce on his prey, he seeks students that appear smaller and weaker to tease and forcefully take their possessions. Typically bullying acts may be physical (hitting), verbal (name-calling or spreading rumors) or taking others passions. These menacing acts are easily recognized as bullying behavior. Nevertheless, present day bullies may be more than an individual that most students dread to encounter in the hallway and playground.

My narrative essay is about my experiences of being bullied. This essay further discusses what can be done to help prevent bullying.

I took a long look around at the school hallway as I waited at my locker for my friends to show up. It was cluttered with excitable teenagers who were all ready to get the Friday over with and start their presumably busy weekends. At the risk of looking like I was being nosy by observing my peers, I began shuffling through the very minimal items that the metal, navy blue container held as if I was looking for something that I needed. Thankfully only about ten seconds had gone by before my pointless rummaging was cut off once I heard the sound of my name being called a few feet away down the hallway.

The five big bullies of the school had found a big hole at the back of the classroom underneath a loose floorboard. They hid everything in the hole, they thought only they knew about it and that their “punch bag” wouldn’t know a thing, but I had taken to hiding from them, one day behind the teacher’s desk when they lifted up the floor board and examined their trophies.