Life Is The Worst Experience In My Life

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

My little sister Anita was born at the time and having a baby sibling around made me feel like a big kid or a parent. I loved holding her and feeding her with a bottle my mom taught me to do while she worked at a night shift (maturation). My fourth grade year is probably the time I went through the most out of my elementary school years. I found out things were getting hectic between my parents. I would see them fight almost every day about money, cheating, and where did they go in their free time. One night when my mom came home from grocery shopping they were verbally fighting and yelling at each other. I heard it from the living room and I went into the kitchen to see them. All of a sudden, I just saw my dad pushed her into the ground and started beating her. She eventually escaped from his grip and ran into my sister’s room. She called the police and they came and arrested him for assault. I couldn’t do much because I just stood there witnessing in shock. They divorced in October while it was the beginning of my fifth grade year. I started to go through depression since the whole thing happened. I grew bitter, unmotivated for school, and even crueler towards my family and animals. I had terrible grades in my report card and I tend to get embarrassed with my teacher yelling at me. I cried over the smallest things that would happen in class. People started giving me sympathy but then got tired of it because it happened often. Around the winter time my mom started to

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

Growing in a tiny family, I was raised with my brother who is 6 years older than me. My father was always away and my mother was very protective. My mother used to not let me play with kids outside thinking I would get hurt and if sneak out sometimes my brother would follow me and hit me and tell me to go back home. I was never allowed to talk to him. I was always shut down whenever I have a question to ask either him or my mom. When I grew up I started ignoring to ask questions. When I started going to school my teachers used to yell at me and say why I am so quiet and not answering any questions. And in my country hitting students in hands and legs is considered

In order to get the help I needed, my mom had to pick me up two hours early from school every day and bring me to Anderson Elementary, where the speech therapist was located. Being forced to leave school early didn't help my social issues. The friends I had turned on me, and I became the weird girl. I no longer had people to eat lunch with, and invitations to birthday parties stopped arriving in the mail. I was mocked on a daily basis by people I had previously considered to be friends. Everyone had their own conspiracy theories about me; it hurt. Along with my new-found social struggles, my grades began to drop and I knew I had to make a

When my freshman year had begun I was nervous. It meant that school was going to be harder. It meant that when I played sports that I was going to have to be with the big kids. I started my freshman football season and I was like there’s no way I’m going to let them treat me like a little punk. They tried to and I talked back and did not do what they said and it made them not like me much. The upper classman liked to pick on the younger people and we went to a football camp. I wasn’t the freshman getting picked on until we went paintballing the next day. One of the seniors kept picking on me and I got tired of it and got mad. Well I was also like 13 or 14 years old and I got so mad I started crying and ended up quitting. I started missing football and went back. We ended up not having many players during the end of the season because of injuries so I had to start for the high school. I was so nervous but I didn’t do a bad job.

The worst year of my life was in the seventh grade. It was a time of unforgettable and painful moments which took place throughout the school year. This taught me a significant lesson. The summer before seventh grade, my parents informed me that it would be beneficial to join a sport. When I did not find one that interested me, the color guard was counseled to me; which to be honest, I resented. My mother had a strict policy that once an activity is started it must be continued throughout the entire season; for this reason, I did. My color guard instructor was one of the most bounteous woman I knew. Moreover, she was an admirable and gracious woman who cared deeply about her students. When school started, I was a self-effacing, lonesome girl,

I was out of place, a quiet girl whose clothing was obviously not fashionable, lucky if she had a bag lunch, and no reason to be confident. I was picked on relentlessly by others who recognized an easy target. My chaotic home life was never conducive to good grades, or school for that matter. No one I knew was a role model and no one volunteered to step up to be one. With no social life and a toxic home life, my grades plummeted before they had a chance to climb.

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

While growing up in a military family, I struggled to make friends as well as how to be around other people. So for most of my middle school I loned out of what other students were doing. So I got bullied and got into fights which brought me to my lowest. This is not how anyone should

In third grade I was unsocial I didn't talk I was a ball of emotions I lost my mom everything changed people would bully me I would come home crying. It was a never ending story. Teachers would take me out of class to talk about

It was a frigid day in September 2003, and I was on my way into school. This was the first day of school, in my Senior year. Everyone said it is suppose to be the best year of your high school career. However, it wasn't that way for me. I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone. I had no idea what was happening to all my friends. Until one day I overheard some people talking about me. I was so

As of today, I've attended four different schools. In elementary school, I was constantly bullied for being Asian. Peers would make fun of my eyes for being "too big" for an Asian, asked inappropriate questions regarding if I ate a certain domesticated animal, or talk to me as if I couldn't understand English. To overcome the bullying, I became someone who I wasn't. I was not myself and I hated it. I had to be this other person just so people did not bother me. I started to become the bully, changed what I ate, how I dressed and started to cover up my insecurities. I use to put my hair in ponytails or in a bun then leaving it down because I was made fun of my buddha shaped ears. I didn't want to speak to my family because they all had a specific

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

When I was 6 years old my parent started fighting so they separated, this caused me to have to move schools. I didn’t fit in at all because they all were a bunch of farm boy and girls and I came from the city. They bullied me because I was different. I wore clean new sneakers, they wore old dirty cowboy boots, or they would go hunting and get a big deer when I hadn’t been hunting a day in my life. I Spend my first four years at northridge worrying about school and less about the bullies but the older I got the worse they got.