Personal Narrative Essay: Middle School

During my early years I was bullied in and out of school. My first experience with bullying started when I was in daycare. A girl named Kelly started bullying me. Every time I saw her she would talk about either my hair or my clothes or the way I looked. One day, my brother and Kelly’s sister were watching Kelly and I. Kelly’s aunt had told her to leave me alone. And after her aunt left the room, Kelly started pushing me to see what I would do and after a while I got really angry, so I punched her in the face. As her aunt came back in the room, she saw Kelly on the floor with me standing over her. Kelly’s Aunt then said, “Did I not tell you to leave her alone.” After that experience I knew that I had the

I was 11 years old when I started getting bullied at school. A group of ten girls made comments about everything from my facial and body structure to the way I walked down the halls. I would come home only to lock myself in my room and cry. It did not take long for the bullying to take its toll on me. I became incredibly lethargic, miserable, anxious, and antisocial. I started to fake sickness to get out of going to school, my grades slipped, and my appearance became sickly. Slowly, I started to despise the girl who looked back at me in the mirror. These characteristics did not fit my usual self and the people closet to me started to

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

I was bullied a lot in middle school. Mostly because before the first day of fifth grade before school I told my parents I was nervous and they told me there was this nice boy named Will that would-be friends with me but I didn’t really know him. On the first day of school I went around asking literally everyone if they knew him and when I finally found him he thought I was weird that I was asking around to find him and he wouldn’t talk to me.

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

When I was in 8th grade I was bullied because of rumor going around school. Well, less of a rumor more of an “oh I don’t want anyone to know” type of thing. I don’t want to say it because of reasons. Anyway in 8th grade I was very, how do I put this, naïve. I thought everyone was my friend. I thought everyone was going to nice. I thought that if I was nice to others they would be nice. But I was wrong. So wrong. It started when someone was whispering about me in class. My friend since she was in 6th grade, Austin, who is a year under me, pointed them out to me.

My school bell rang, signaling that another day of school was over. I left my classroom and said goodbye to my friends while I walked to my bus. I got on the school bus that was filled with musty air and body odor, along with the underlying tone of Axe Body Spray. Kids filled the bus front to back. In the back is where roughhousing occurred, and in the front was order as usual. I sat in the middle where my other classmates sat. The textured bus seat I sat on was filled with holes where spongy foam popped out of the seat cover. I knew a few kids around me, but did not know the majority. About halfway into the ride the boys I did not know began to tease me. Salty sweat began to perspire on my upper lip out of fear and confusion. I was confused and did not know why they were harassing me. I asked them to stop, but it only got worse. It escalated until I was surrounded by people calling me "bitch" and a "stupid fuck-head." I got off the bus upset with being called stupid, and wondered what bitch and fuck-head meant. I asked my mom when I got home, and she turned white as a ghost wondering where her son heard those words. I was only in first grade.

The bullying started on the flight to Hawaii. The girls would push me when the dance teacher was not around, but it got worse; I was roomed with three girls from the modern dance group. In the hotel, they made me sleep on the couch even though there were two beds. In addition, when we all went to go eat as a group at the Cheesecake Factory they put salt in my cake while I stepped out to go to the restroom. Also one of my roommates had commented when we were practicing before the performance in Hawaii that they wish there was a special ed here to take my spot because they could obviously do better dancing than me, knowing the teacher was there and heard she did nothing about that comment. I was upset so I told the teacher the things that had to happen she said she would fix it. She did not because she told me that while everyone is at the pool having fun I am in here crying in the room like a 4-year-old because I cannot get over a joke. The whole trip was a disaster I was alone no friends and no support from my teacher. I never told anyone about what had happed until my junior year when I decided to open up.

I had to always move to different schools because people always use to bully me. The first school I can remember going to was called Golden Glades Elementary in Opa locka, Florida. The reason why moved there was because every time I would cry, and yell at people because of people always calling names and being rude to me, the principal wouldn’t help even though I always told him about the bullying he just didn’t seem to care. Then all of sudden when I told him I was moving to a different school he pretended like he was actually sad to see me gone when in reality I can tell he was happy to see me gone.

It all started when I went back to public school, I knew I was different from all the other kids, no one liked me, I had no friends, everyone made fun of me, and I hated it. It was the first day of sixth grade and I was excited, but I knew that I needed to make new friends because I left all my friends at my other school. I wasn’t smart, so I had to be put in the regular classes with all the bad kids. They weren’t smart and they didn’t care about school, but I just had to deal with it. Almost every day someone asked me why I was in the regular classes, all I said was that I’m not that smart, they made fun of me, and it hurt me. It kept getting worse, I couldn’t make friends because everyone would bully me and call me names.

It hurts, It hurts worse the 1,000 needles digging into your skin. A hole just forms in your heart and sucks you in. It all started that one day, the seed of all massacre. We were at Elitch Gardens. Me, Sam, and Maddie. Earlier than expected, Sam was upset. She stayed silent, and didn’t ride any of the rides. She stayed silent and ignored me and Maddie. Even when we tried to confront her about the problem. I was getting restless, but I kept to riding the rides with Maddie, at the same time feeling bad about not including Sam, but, she was doing this to herself.

I started to get bullied when I was 11 years old and was in 5th grade. I was bullied for a lot of stuff including having glasses, my parents not being together, my weight, & a bunch of other stuff to. I didn’t want to tell anyone because I had heard that only made things worse, so I stayed quiet until my 7th grade year. In 7th grade the bullying got terribly worse I started to get told that I should kill myself so I decided that I needed to tell someone what was going on so I told my mother and she went down to the school and talked with the principle and the principal said there wasn't anything the could do except to tell the students to stop. The principle told the students to stop but it only

As a tiny third grader, you would be under the impression they would be all joyful and without a care in the world but I wasn’t one of those kids.. I was bullied all through third grade from getting named called to even sometimes getting physically hurt. My whole life changed back in elementary and as I became older the bullying continued to get worse and with that my anxiety did too. I slowly became quiet whenever anyone tried to talk to me. Constantly hoping the teacher wouldn’t call on me because I was afraid if I answered wrong I’d get laughed at. Stopped eating at school because I was afraid people would start calling me fat again. The worse part of it all was this knot I would continuously get whenever I had to present in front of my classmates or teachers. Gradually, as I became older nothing actually changed except for the fact that I wanted this stupid fear to stop because it was beginning to mess with my everyday life.

I felt humiliated, and I wanted to quit school. Every morning I cried, and was unable to express my emotions to my parents because I did not want the boys to get in trouble. I was depressed, sad and lonely. I felt as if I did not belong. I was angry and sad every day, I was bullied every day. The hurts were engraved in my memories and thoughts. It was the worst feelings ever. I was feeling this way for the entire school year. The next school year the same things happened, although I knew a little English it did not change a thing. The boys always denied it and they were never caught.

They say that people are going to always talk about you even when you get older. Nobody should have to go through a terrible situation of bullying no matter the age they are. As a victim of bullying I’m here to say that I know exactly what they are going through because I was once in their shoes. It is 12:30pm and I am sitting in the cafeteria with friends all around you can hear the enthusiastic teens chatting with one another while grabbing their lunch and returning to their tables. My friends and I are talking about our recent class we had just left and how unfair it is for the teacher to give us a pop quiz because the whole class is talking. We were deep in our conversation but it was suddenly interrupted with loud outbursts of laughter and screaming. As we turned around I notice a young lady getting up from the table running out of the cafeteria. I felt so sorry for her because it was like a nightmare to be picked on in front of almost the entire school by cowards that only wanted to get laughs in.