Personal Narrative: How Bullying Changed My Life

My lunch was taken from me, so I went home hungry most days. That really sucked and I tried to say no, but whenever I tried to tell my tormentor no, my lunch was forcefully taken from me. I was called many names, and even though many of the names I were called are not school appropriate, let me tell you a few semi-school appropriate names I was called. I had rumors spread about me that I was gay, and I was called gay (I’m not gay), all because I had a slightly higher voice than some of the other guys in my grade. It really hurt and changed everyone’s opinion of me. I was also teased for being a ginger, for having “Freakles”, and for being bad at things that I spent a lot of my free time doing. I would be told that I’m not good at any video games I played, or for being bad at soccer. I got into fights with people and came home with big, nasty, bruises. I was scarred both mentally and physically, and no other person should have to endure such a curse. Like I said earlier, bullying changed me.

According to the article “Tales of Bullying,” students can become a bad bully because you might have your own group of friends you want to impress or try to show off for, or you might have something going on at home. According to paragraph 3 in “Meet the New Sheriff” kids may get bullied because of their hair and/or what they wear. All around the wonderful world good kids are ending their own good lives over bullying. A bad bully is far worse than a lazy bystander because mean bully’s cause suicides, bullies cause/have low self-esteem, not to mention they suffer a large amount of punishment.

Bullying is defined as the prolonged malicious act of harming peers by abusing their own--or an existing imbalance of--power, and has become one of the most common sources of trauma among adolescents. One report shows that one of three children were victims of bullying during some point in their life, and that 10-14% of all adolescents were victims of chronic bullying for at least six months prior to participating in the survey. Children who were victims of bullying are also found to be at a higher risk of diagnoses for anxiety disorders and depression during young and middle adulthood. These victims are reported to be more likely to have lower levels of general/physical health, and lower educational acquirements than young and middle-aged adults who were not bullied (Wolke & Lereya, 2015). Because bullying is such a prominent problem, citizens, policymakers, and social scientists alike, should feel or have some social and moral obligation to address, and hopefully avert bullying. The state of bullying, and how it is enacted, is constantly changing and adapting to social frameworks. Because bullies can adapt to social changes and regulations, we, as a society, should be equally adaptive in how we perceive, address, prevent, and punish bullying.

Up until seventh grade I loved school. I made A’s and B’s, had good friends, and actually enjoyed being there. All of this changed for me when I entered middle school where multiple schools from the area merged together to form seventh and eighth grade. Since I had done so well the prior year I had been placed in accelerated classes with kids I had never met before and boy would I be sorry. It turned out that I did not have the right clothes, a pretty enough face, nor did my parents have the money that it took to be cool that year and I was bullied. I had girls that would walk behind me and say “Paula, you’re ugly and stupid too” every day and for me I could not brush it off. Every day of having to get up and face these girls became harder

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

Bullying had always been a part of my life. It first started when I was in elementary school and it usually started with little things, such as the fact that I wore glasses or how many people thought I was weird for reading books and being a loner most of the time. Then, it followed me to middle school. People would look at me, point, and proceed to say rude things about me. People would make fun of my clothing and it affected the way I saw myself.

I was in a “math enrichment” class, meaning that it was just an assistance class for kids struggling in math. Horrifyingly enough, the same kids that were trapping me outside in the cold, were also taking the same math assistance class as myself. As the year progressed, I soon found myself becoming a scapegoat. This means that whenever kids needed someone to threaten or harass, they had me. I was just the kid easy enough to pick on, and I let myself become an easy target. As years went on and I left middle school, I began to realize that all those kids that made me feel bad about myself probably had many problems in their home life, and were just insecure about themselves and their situation. One night however, I did decide to look into some of the kids that bullied me in middle school, and what I learned was shocking. Some of these kids were under a tremendous amounts of stress at home, and it turned out that one of the guys that bullied me the most had a father that was shot and killed in San Juan, Puerto Rico for pulling a gun on a police

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

Through Out elementary school I was bullied. I never really wanted to tell anybody, because I figured no one would believe me. They only saw what what on the outside of me which was a pretty, little, intelligent girl. Every time I got on the bus I was scared because, every day they would make fun of me. I used to think’’ Is it my hair, the way I dress, or are they just making fun of me.’’ Every night I told myself I was ugly and no one liked me. Then eventually I just stopped talking to most of my friends. I lost most of them. When I came home from school my step-dad used to ask me “How was your day?’’ I just said good and went upstairs and cried. I just felt like their was’nt enough room for me in this world. I used to even think my mom did’nt like me at one point. When ever I

In middle school, I thought of self harm every day. Luckily, I knew that self harm was a permanent fix to a temporary problem. I thought of doing self harm to myself because I was a victim of bullying. Having never been bullied before, I didn 't know how to cope with it at first. A group of five girls set out to make my life miserable, because they were jealous of the way I looked. From the start of 6th grade to the middle of 8th grade, there wasn’t a day that went by that I was not picked on. I had been pushed into lockers, tripped, and verbally abused, but I never asked for help. I didn’t think anyone could help. My classmates all saw it happening to me but they never said anything. I believe that they never stepped in, because they didn’t want it to happen to them. I started missing classes to hide out in the bathroom, and I soon started missing days because I would stay home. I missed so much that the school sent home attendance letters voicing their concern with the amount of absences I had.

“The Girl Who Got Even: A True Cyberbullying Story” and “Lizzie Velasquez: My Anti-Bullying Story”

I never forget what I got bullied by classmates for three years in the middle school. The middle school where I went was small and had two classrooms; there were twenty students in each classroom. Thus, most students knew each other and were friendly. I was friendly with them when I was a freshman. However, when I became a sophomore, some classmates started bullying me every time. For example, team members always hit and shouted at me if my soccer team lost in physical education class: “We lost this game because you acted like a moron!”, and kicked me. Furthermore, some classmates stole my stuff, such as textbooks or school supplies. Thirdly, some classmates hit me since superiority complex to show they were stronger than me because I was short

Bringing back when I was in elementary/middle school at Soaring Heights Charter School. There were a lot of bullies in my school. I was one of the kids being bullied. I was mainly bullied because of my learning disability. I was also bullied because I was really short back then as well as doing nasty habits. Because of these reasons, I had limited friends and had social issues with talking and making friends.

When I was in third grade there was this kid named Andrew. He is a very important person in my memories because he was my bully. It wasn’t the kind of bullying situation that you could fix by telling a parent because he was in my dad’s car. Yes he was a person in my dad’s carpool and there was nothing i could do about it. At school there was an assembly that talked about the types of bullies. They were verbal, assault, exclusion, and cyber. He would do all of those things to me. He would call me fat, ugly, and swear words that i can’t say/write. He was also at my school and we had recess together. When i would go outside he would track me down and he would push me and throw basket balls and soccer balls at me.

There was a young Boy named Steve which had parents named Kelli and Matt. They were a very poor family and almost didn’t have enough money for school let alone food. Steve always got bullied at school all the time because he was very poor. Steve in his free time would try to steal food from carts in the big apple, New York. One day the family got a new better job in Minnesota for more money so Steve and his parents moved over to Minnesota from New York. His parents boss payed for the flight. Once they got all the furniture over to Minnesota the only thing that needed to go there then was the family on the last trip. Steve wanted to move because he got bullied at his old school and he thought this school would give him better opportunities to not be bullied and picked on.