Persuasive Essay About Bullying

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

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

The school bus was a cesspool of all sorts of not-so -nice things. I had a very strict bus driver, and a couple of my friends and I made quite a bit of noise, so the bus driver split us up, assigning me a seat with the 8th graders. It was like waving a baby in front of a pit-bull, and I got destroyed. The girls were nice enough but those 8th grade boys really enjoyed calling me all sorts of various male genitalia-based names that I probably shouldn’t repeat here. It was my first experience as a bullying victim, and I was determined to make it my

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.

It was the first day of second grade, I walked into my classroom, and I heard someone calling my name. It was the Bully (Stephanie). I didn't know that, or even what being "a bully" was. And of course, me being the social butterfly that I am, I went to go talk with her. She started laughing and calling me stupid. Also, the teacher was busy with another student, so she didn't see any of this happening. When the teacher was done helping the student, I told her what happened and she said that she would

One day I was in the hallway talking to my friends when a group of seventh graders gathered around a boy, who was in sixth grade. They were standing in a circle surrounding him making fun of him and when he tried to stand up to them the biggest kid pulled down the sixth graders pants. It was the first time I had ever witnessed bullying and as a sixth grader I was very scared.

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

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.

I loved elementary school until I got to the fifth grade. I started to get bullied every day, and it affected me physically, emotionally, and mentally. As the years passed by the bullying got worse. People would talk about my clothes and my hair. My mother did not always have money so there would be times I would have to wear the exact same clothes every week. Also, my mother did not know how to do hair neither. There were many times when my hair would be all over the place, and people would constantly pick on me about it. I use to wish that I was a boy so that I could beat up all of my bullies, because I felt as a female that I was too weak to defend myself. I would frequently hide in the bathroom or a classroom when it was lunch time, or

Sophomore year I was bullied a lot not by students but by the teacher. Every day in this class I felt like I couldn't accomplish anything and I felt that everything I did was wrong but I wasn't the one who put that thought into my head. It was the teacher and for a while, my feelings

Ever since first grade my life has been changed. Being bullied was an extremely difficult time in my life. Overcoming anything in general is a difficult thing. It sometimes can be difficult to overcome tough times in your life because, the memory is so clear and painful. Although I overcame getting bullied, I will always remember. Even though people were never nice to me, I always stayed a happy and positive person, with a friendly attitude. With ignoring, being friendly ,and finally finding a friend, I eventually overcame being bullied.

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.

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students

What if you were terrified to go to your school every day? 160,000 students miss school each day because they get bullied and are scared of what will happen (“Bullying Statistics”). Bullying has been a major problem in schools for far too long. Students should not be scared to go to a place that is supposed to be safe and where they can express themselves. Students that bully never get the punishment they deserve, which causes them to continue to act. When you go to school, you should know that if you are getting treated in a horrific way, the people who were treating you that way will get punished. Students who bully should be suspended from school.

If you are getting bullied in school the first thing that everyone says to go get a teacher or go to the office. Easier said than done. I would know, not because I was being bullied but a friend of mine. I won’t say his name for obvious reasons because I don’t think that everyone should know, but last year in eighth period he was holding back tears because a girl in second period was bullying him. Later on in that class he got frustrated, so he burst into tears. The teacher took him into his office and started to talk to him, so the teacher decided to go take him to the counselor. I have never been so outraged that someone would offend my friend, so bad that for the rest of the school day he was in tears. He only got help because of one amazing teachers that I have the highest opinion of. If it wasn’t for that amazing teacher it could have ended the way it happened to David Molak. Violence is caused when people have to big of an ego or anger.