Personal Narrative Essay: Hi Father's Bully

Note: I know I have done bad things in the past, I want to say sorry for that, I know that was very immature of me to do. Let's start.

However, I do feel as though I wouldn’t have made those mistakes if your actions hadn’t have impacted me as much as they did. You treated me so poorly that it still bothers me enough for me to keep trying to talk to you about it. Back in 6th grade, which I know was a long time ago, I really didn’t know anyone and I was introduced to you by Seyenah in gym class that first quarter of school thinking that, because we both played basketball, we could be friends. Maybe I was a little over excited and came off a bit too eager but it was because I thought I had a chance of making some friends finally. We did have every class together and that happened to be probably just as exasperating for you as it was me. Instead of talking to me and telling me

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

There were actions that I made, which caused demotivation or discouragement not being to understanding the reason behind these actions. In addition, I always tended to do things my way and put pressure on others if they do not follow my way of doing work. It did annoy some of my colleagues as they felt I am too controlling. I did wonder in many occasions ‘what sort of person am I’. Furthermore, in terms of time management, I felt that I had

My interviewee is a second generation immigrant with one parent who was born in El Salvador and the other who has Mexican roots but was born in the United States. For the purposes of confidentiality my interviewee will be addressed as Ana from here on out. In this interview paper I will discuss the experiences that Ana faced growing up in a tri-racial household. I will also evaluate her experiences regarding assimilation to the lectures and reading assigned through out this course.

First and foremost, I want to start off with an apology. I apologise for all the times I have hurt you, for all the times I made you miserable. They are all mistakes that I regret. I regret making you angry. I regretting making you feel sad. I am sorry for it all.

As a person who has personally dealt with years of harassment I am most definitely an anti-bullying activist. However, never have I felt the need to take my own life over the verbal abuse that I endured over the years, but knowing that there are far worse situations than mine, I understand why someone would do so. No one can fully understand how it feels to be mentally or physically abused unless they have dealt with it themselves. I believe that no one, under any circumstances, should ever bullied for simply being themselves, for instance, their race, skin color, sexual orientation, religion, etc. Most bullying cases take place in school, which should not come as a shocker for anyone considering adolescent suicide is literally all over

I am writing to you today to explain how terribly sorry I am for my actions. I now know what I

Dad, I know that I haven’t been the most respectable son that you wanted me to be. I know that I can act childish, sometimes, but I thank you for teaching me to become the man/child that

Elyar, my best friend had just told me ,Ricky, was now gonna tell the principal what I done. It didn't occur to me this was going to happen when I punched his brother ,Duke . Oh, God my dad is gonna kill me. His brother told me my sister, Sanai looked like a flat tire. I was so protective over my sister I couldn't take it. But, maybe I would be off the hook with my dad because I was defending her. Sanai most of the time thought I was her police because I would stick up for her. But, because dad was working 12 and a half hours each day it was my job to protect her. Next year when im in middle school she wont have

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

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.

Standing up to a bully was super nerve racking. I was super scared and nervous. I had to make the decision whether to keep getting bullied or standing up to the bully. My choice was to stand up to him. He would always make me feel embarrassed and as if I were an alien because he would always pick on me. He would call me names in school where his only audience was.

I am going to write my personal narrative about when I was bullied by a girl named Anna which is not her real name but I will tell the story using a different name for her. So it all started when we were like in 2nd grade. I happen to walk into Rickers when she was in there and I guess she was mad because her grandma told her stuff that was not true about our dad’s. So she took it all out on me for years. She said stuff like you B word and other cuss words. I was like “ What did I do? “. Then she went on a long rant about somehow it is all my fault that her dad went to jail. The truth is that her dad was buddy’s with my dad and her dad did some stuff and my dad being the good person he is took the blame so my dad went to jail for her dad. Her dad did something after my dad was already in jail so her dad was put into jail too. That night I walked home thinking about everything she said. I should of told someone then, but I didn't I locked it inside and crying myself to sleep every night.

I was angry and spiteful, it seemed I never spoke to anyone, and when I did, it was not pleasant. I had nowhere to go, my mother was unsure of how to handle the situation appropriately, and my step-father and younger sister kept their distance. I was violent; physically and verbally, and I was unstoppable. I was almost the equivalent of a baby super-villain.