For as long as I can remember I've had a urine infection until probably the 6th grade. That which meant I had to go to a lot of doctor appointments and I wet the bed. At that point, it really didn't bother me I was seven. Around third-grade people started making fun of me for smelling bad, which I didn’t but once you pee your pants in front of the entire 3rd-grade class everything changes. I wasn’t a violent person and I wasn’t a “snitch”, so I didn’t do anything but it really hurt my feelings, sometimes I would come home and cry into my pillow and my parents didn’t know what was wrong. Sometimes I’d cry myself to sleep and my eyes would be puffy when I woke up. One day I got sent to the main office where I saw my parents and I was really confused. When I opened the door and walked in the school counselor, asked me to name all the people …show more content…
Even though there were more people, I couldn’t name them all because my parents were behind me listening and I didn’t want to hurt them. After they left the counselor brought the people in who were bullying me and they got no resource (P.E., art. Library, Spanish, and music.) for a month and had to go to the auditorium and sit there. When Ms. Green brought in the four people I listed I told her the other people and they didn’t even come in the office they just got no resource. After 3rd grade, I was okay fourth grade was calm nothing really eventful happened. Then came fifth grade the bullying got worse if I got sad I didn’t come home crying I came home a little depressed and I would cry myself to sleep. One day I went to school and the guy that I hadn’t liked in years Dominic Pugh sat beside me at breakfast and he lost it, he asked me if I could move, he didn’t even ask me
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
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
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
During my grade first year in high school I was quite shy and only had friends that I had known from elementary school and through baseball academy. The year was going decent until just after my birthday in the spring, when I started to get random stomach pains. They started off as just an aching pain but slowly with time became more serious and painful, almost as if you were getting stabbed with a knife. As the pains got worse I started missing school in order to try and recover from what I thought at the time was just a stomach flu. After my first couple weeks off school my parents had a suspicion that maybe this was something worse than a stomach flu so they took me to go see a general practitioner. After the GP did some tests, she wasn’t quite sure what was wrong so she referred me to a local Pediatrician. Again, after seeing the pediatrician and having some tests done there was still no diagnosis for what could be causing the pain. The most plausible explanation was that I must have had bacteria in my intestines that isn’t usually supposed to be there, and because
A few years back it was the second week of grade seven I went to the bathroom and when I got out the right side of my body got a sharp pain. It happened just before dance class and I was running late already so I decided to just pop some advil. Halfway through the dance the advil started to wear off and I could tell because there was the sharp pain in my side again. I just shook it off and finished the class and then went home. I told myself it would go away tomorrow and if it didn’t i would get it looked at by a doctor. I woke up the next day and the pain didn’t go away it just got worse. Luckily it was Saturday so i went to the walk in clinic. The doctor looked me over and told me he thought I had a bladder or kidney infection and that I had to go to the hospital for some test and antibiotics of some sort. I didn’t find our rill I got to the hospital that they would give them to me through IV. It was funny before I walked into the walk in clinic I asked my mom ”do I have to get any needles”? and she replied no. But then here I was with these numbing patches stuck on the inside of my arms so I wouldn't feel the needle go in. I got the IV in and they hooked me up with the antibiotics.
6th grade became the worst year of my life. My step-dad called me a piece of shit that year. I had maybe 5, 6 friends. 7th grade was a great year for me, which allowed me to become more vulnerable and naive than I already was. Then came 8th grade, which became(very quickly) a year worse than 6th grade. Not only did I have the same amount of friends as 6th grade, my teachers treated me like I was an abomination, a retard. Well, not all the teachers, just the male teachers. All of my female teachers treated me nicer by comparison, although one lost my homework and blamed it on me even though I handed it in on time and where the homework was supposed to go. I still won’t get credit for it. Once, a teacher assumed I made myself sick and leave home early to avoid a test and called me dumb. As the class ended we were supposed to finish writing in class. He took away some of the time I needed to make up that same test to finish it. When I finished it, he yelled at me calling me stupid and let me leave to make up that test. As I was taking it, he tried talking to my science teacher to prevent me from making it
My urine was still cloudy this morning. Feeling weak and doing a lot of puffing.
In the sixth grade, I was experiencing one of the hardest areas of life a young person could deal with. At home, there was a lot of neglect and abuse due to Adults living with Alcohol and other addictions. As a result of personal abuse, I had become a rather overweight preteen. I had begun to use food as a comfort measure and a way to self-protect. By the sixth grade I was regularly bullied, made fun of, ignored, or humiliated. After an exhausting day of mental anguish, I would return home to a houseful of partying adults. On other days, I would return home to a note with a twenty-dollar bill saying they would come back sometime soon. But since this had been normal in my life
As a young student, just going into grade two, I may have not realized it but I was water and everybody else was a stone. Throughout grade two I went from person to person wearing them down and getting rid of their self confidence. Without knowing it I was a bully. I was not a very forefull bully as I was told. I was very passive aggressive. It started verbal and all through grade two it stayed mostly verbal. At the end of grade two
Imagine what it feels like to get bullied for four years, well I know what it feels like and I’ll tell you my story of the fifth grade and how it was my final year of getting bullied. My story needs some background but it goes on for a long time so I’m going to have to shorten it. My story first starts in the second grade when this same person kept on being mean to me and I just wanted to be happy and for her to stop. I don’t really know why she started this because we never had a problem before, her bullying just came out of the blue. Second grade was also the first year of Lower School and no one has ever been mean to me during school like she did. I just thought she was trying to be funny and just joking; the next year my thoughts were quite different as you can imagine. I’m not telling you it was really bad in second grade, it wasn’t, it was just where it started and
That’s what I thought for the longest time as the bullying kept going on and as it did I felt myself falling and slowly becoming numb and cold. Kinda like how it feels cold in this small white room that we are in. Beep. I sometimes wonder, as I stay in this room watching you and your brother, what would happen to me if I never met your brother and later his and my friends. I guess I might not be here or won’t be able to help others who are going through what I been through. I also might not be able to be happy and feel love by others who aren’t my
Growing sick is a rare occurrence for me but when it finally strikes, it strikes hard. At first, it only caused headaches and throat burns, but then escalated into stomach pains and a scorching hot fever. Unfortunately, that day my sickness wasn’t an ordinary flu or cold. It was the day my mom and I were struck with food poisoning. Thankfully, the rest of my family provided support and materials to assist us through that uncomfortable time.
Middle School had to be by far the most difficult experience I have ever encountered throughout my whole life. Of course I’ve learned a lot of things while going to middle school, some good, and surely some bad. One of the bad things was finding out how cruel and mean people can be, especially kids. Now I wouldn’t consider what happen to me bullying, because what I went through was not an everyday thing. But, of course it could have gotten worse and turned into bullying. In middle school I was body shamed, meaning many others would make comments about my weight and the way I looked in my clothing, and being told how I should look. They would make fun of me, and laugh at comments made by others about me.
From that day on, I was verbally and physically bullied. I could not walk down the hall without being terrorized and horribly criticized for being intelligent. The kids would constantly say, “You think you’re better than us,” “You are a teacher’s pet,” “You’re not black enough,” “We are going to kick your butt.” The kids also used lots of profanity along with those hateful and hurtful remarks. The kids would bump into me on purpose trying to start a fight, push me into the lockers, and mess with my food. One day after school, while on my way to volleyball practice they cornered me. They verbally taunted me again. So, I decided to stand up for myself and be proud of who I am.
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.