I Was Waiting At Line For Lunch

The first day of 6th grade, I was shaking in fear, disliking everything about it. But after 3rd period, I realized it wasn’t too bad. The rest of the day went pretty smoothly and I was about to get one the bus when someone pushed me out of the way yelling, “Move it fatty!” When I got on the bus and found my assigned seat, I was frozen in fear to see that I was right in front of the kid that pushed me. His name was Luke. Luke was an 8th grader who was notorious for bullying the younger kids for his entertainment. “Looks like we got the fatty in front of us!” He yells to his friends as they crack up. I sit there ignoring them, feeling horrible. Luke leans forward and says, “Did you hear me, big boy?” I keep ignoring him as he continues to verbally

I am disconnected, lacking contact with reality. It happened in an instant and gradually intensified over time. October of 2015, I had just turned 14 and everything was average, mediocre. I was subdued at this time for reasons I cannot recall and hadn’t been talking much in class. The issue commenced in chemistry class in what lasted a second but felt like a lifetime. The class had been divided into groups, and we were assigned to create a poster. After half an hour of doing the entirety of the work myself, the poster was completed, and I was satisfied with it. Each group was to choose a person to represent their group and explain the poster. Fortunately, I was not chosen. After each poster was presented, they were each taped to the whiteboard

Embarrassment can be one of the hardest pills to swallow; I know this because of firsthand experience. As humans we go through humiliation all the way through life. I do not know a single person who went through life without a moment of discomfiture, if someone has then they must not live a very audacious life. My personal experience was not only utterly embarrassing but also broadcasted on national television. I was competing in the National Little Britches Rodeo Association Finals at the Colorado State Fairgrounds in Pueblo, Colorado. I have never been one to mull over a certain moment but incidents like this tend to stick with you. What I learned from this experience, I will never forget.

I was not only embarrassed and ashamed of the events that unfolded but I also didn't know how to go about reporting this, hence why I have never brought this event to light until now.

When I was in the second grade we had a new student in our class named Yvonne. Yvonne had recently arrived from Haiti and knew very little English. Due to the fact that she didn’t understand English a whole lot, the other kids in my class thought it would be funny to call her names and bully her. One day we were at electives. Our class was divided into two, some going to Dance others going to Drama. The doors were across from each other so we could see what was happening. I was in Dance, as well as Yvonne. We were practicing our routine for Ciara’s “1, 2 step”. Yvonne was quick to pick up the dance and was amazing at it, which I think made the other kids in our class resent her. Our instructor dismissed us 5 minutes early to pack up our things. I quickly went to my corner and grabbed my backpack. When I looked up I saw a bunch of girls surrounding Yvonne. I remember hearing them calling her names like ‘ugly’ and ‘loser’. I noticed that no one moved to defend her. One of the girls actually pushed her to the ground and took her backpack dumping all her things on the floor; that’s when I acted. I pushed my way through the girls and placed myself in front of Yvonne. I grabbed her backpack out of the girl’s hand pushed her and called her a ‘mean witch for making fun of Yvonne’. I also told the other girls that if they messed with Yvonne, they would have to

Then one day I was sitting on the bench in the shade reading my book. His name was Jonathan, he grabbed my book and ran. So I sat there and yelled at him to bring me back my book, never managed to achieve. Next thing I know I’m chasing him around the playground yelling at him to give me my book. I gave up and stopped running and then went somewhere he wouldn’t be able to see me. Whenever I saw him stop and sit down I ran out and grabbed my book and then he grabbed my arm. I told him to let go and next thing he did was give me an Indian burn. Then I cried and told my teacher. My lesson learned from this was reading shouldn’t be done at recess.

A stranger was walking toward us from the other side of the bridge. I thought that he would pass us right up until the moment he stopped in front of me and DJ. Out of nowhere this complete stranger, who called himself “Crazy Tim,” comes up to DJ and I and begins asking DJ about his guitar playing skills. They chit-chat for a couple minutes about music and bands, all topics of which I was not interested in listening to with the wind going at least 25 miles per hour. At last, “Crazy Tim” left and we began to set up for the video. DJ pulled out papers and glared at me through his snapping

It’s 5 months after I started school and Julian the jerk kid is still a jerk. I guess things never change,but I want to punch him in the face I will one day. It’s on a Sunday morning and I’m walking in our park and I’m thinking about Julian and how stupid he is and I just get so mad at him. But suddenly I hear something or someone yelling “HELP!” I’m not sure who it is but I decided to check it out and it was August he was getting beat up by Julian that’s it I thought. So here's what I did I ran up to Julian and picked him up,slammed him on the ground and punched him. He looked so scared and he just got up and ran away. “Thanks,” August said. I said

It was pretty odd suddenly coming in during the middle of the school year like this but at least another boy also started today - his name is Arnold but he told me that his reservation calls him Junior. Arnold seemed like he was trying to be nice but his actions came across more as being peculiar and basic signs of someone that I would not usually associate myself with. Reardan is much smaller than my old school but I guess that I should have expected that moving from the city to this exhaustingly infinitesimal farm town. I could tell that it was going to be quite different from the moment that I stepped into my first hour class and there were only nineteen students at the most sitting in the small room. The group of students all seemed pretty close to each other, like they had all gone to elementary school together and their families had cookouts on the weekends. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I skyped my (old?) cheer squad during lunch period - the girls all wanted to make sure that I was doing all right. My immediate answer was a pretty unenthusiastic, “No,” I missed my friends. With a frown I explained that the entire school was one short hallway in length and that no one here knew the good music, we then commenced in a few minutes of light conversation before I had to return to class. I have to get out of this town sooner rather than later, before my mental health takes any more

Last year, while I was in band, my friends and I were at a band competition. We were all just hanging out and watching other schools perform their marching routine. My friends and I loved to mess with each other and pull a few harmful pranks on each other from time to time. Well, one of my friends lean over to me and whispered, “Watch this.” Suddenly, he goes behind Nathan, our friend,

Today I met a boy named Ralph. He seems nice, I just hope I didn’t annoy him too much. Ralph and I explored the island this afternoon, which was kind of hard for me to do because I have asthma. Oh, and when I told Ralph about my asthma, he teased me and said, “Sucks to your ass-mar” (Golding 13). But I think he was just trying to be funny. And then told my friend that people call me, Piggy, but I told him that he wasn’t allowed to tell anyone. I don’t think Ralph knows that it’s not proper to tell people things about other people without their permission because he decided to tell the group of people on the island. Its actually kind of weird how the other kids got here because there’s no plane. But its whatever, weird

At the time I was a little stunned, but too embarrassed at that point to make it even more of a big deal then it already was.

A week or two before Joe and Frank brought me to a bar for some drinks. I don't like to drink but they said we will have lots of fun. Joe Carp said I should show the girls how I mop out the toilet in the factory and he got my=e a mop. I showed them and everyone laughed. When I told that Mr. Donnegan said I was the best janitor he ever had because I like my job and do it good and never come late or miss a day except for my operation. I said it's Kinnian always said Charlie be proud of job because you do it good. Everybody laughed ad we had a good time and they gave me lots of drinks and joe said Charlie's a card when he's potted. I didn't know what that meant at the time, but I would soon find out. Later on when I went to get Frank a coffee

department and passed with marks. I was so proud of him. I didn't see him for awhile, and then we bumped into each other Illinois at a terminal. He was in the nearby restaurant and I walked in to get a meal. As I sat down, #1 started grip ing at me. He was saying that he had been watching for me and that he had a lot to say to me. All I said was that I had had a very trying, veery bad day, three days in a row and in a highly agitated state. Be careful of what you say, because I might clean this floor up with you if you say the wrong thing. SOme of my other friends were there, and they told me to cool off, and they #1 that they knew me well enough to believe

It was my 11th grave year at White Station High School. I remember seeing this guy through out the school and thing to myself “Dang he looks JUST LIKE Mike Tyson”. That year we took English together 6th period. For some reason our teacher changed the class seating arrangement. I ended up siting right next to Daniel. In high school I was really quite! I received straight E’s in conduct. My parents didn't play about behavior! Daniel seat next to me for about 2 months straight talking my ear off DURING CLASS! At the end of each class he would ask me for my number and I would turn him down. It had gotten to the point where the teacher started to notice and one day before class started he asked me, “Hey Britany, I've noticed you have been a little