Prekindergarten's Cruelty

I went to preschool and always felt like the outcast but now I know I was different in my own little way.I started 1st grade scared out of my mind of what was to come but little did I know I would have a bunch of friends that would always have my back.

I was very shy and awkward during my adolescent years. A cringe-worthy yet endearing moment of reflection of suppressed memories. I was the fourth child out of five, to two immigrant parents. We were a low income family with no budget for vacations or expensive school trips. Socially I was not accepted. I was always the outlier. Subsequently, I was bullied and it impaired my childhood for quite sometime. I felt as if I was sentenced to social death that I just could not replevy before the end of adolescent years. Other students taunted and jeered at me habitually; even with uncontrollable factors. I specifically remember my Haitian heritage being one of the domineering methods of my torture. I recall that being subjected

I moved to south east corner of Georgia in little ole Waycross. You probably don't know where that is but imagine dirt roads, mud, bad weather, and alligators and that's where i moved to. I was enrolled in Williams Heights Elementary School and placed in Mrs. Rodgers class but my trouble making days weren't over. I always was messing with my teacher by erasing what she had written on the board or just being defiant. I was so bad that one day i decided to start a food fight in lunch by launching milk cartons like mortars. This sparked the immediate retaliation of the opposing table and since i threw the first milk carton i was the one who got in trouble. When I went to the Principal's office the principal said

Growing up I was pegged as the fag, the one who from the age of nine was “destined” to be an outcast. I was teased, ridiculed, and harassed on a regular basis to the point where I didn't want to be here anymore. I had no motivation to go to school, All I could do was cry because I knew they didn't want me.

The schools were small and there wasn’t much diversity. Kids used to make fun of me for my name or color and it got so bad that we had to go to the principal. He had our whole class switch lunches so were with kids our age instead of the older ones bullying us. The other kids would spread rumors about me, because I was a vegetarian or because we lived in our hotel which had an attached “house” to it. They wouldn’t include any of the younger kids and if I stood up to them they would tell on me. I don’t let other students push me around now. I am who I am. I can’t change that and I won’t. When I moved here in 4 grade, I was still bullied occasionally, but I had good friends who stuck by my side and still do. I want to be the person others were to me through those rocky

I grew up in small town known as Kinston, where most of my peers were underprivileged like myself. Instead of starting out in public school, I was enrolled into one of the two local charter schools. I was always put in the “smart” group in any activity, but once I started talking with public school kids and learning that we were being taught different made me doubt if I was truly was smart. When I was put in various community groups with majority public school kids, I felt outnumbered and uncomfortable because we had nothing in common. I started high school as a social outcast, but I made some really good friends. After I was put up against the public school kids, I did excel educationally. Instead of hanging out with my friends on the weekend,

The bullying got extremely insane! Id go home early from school usually because I couldn't dread a single minute there. I absolutely hated school and I started being depressed. My anxiety was crazy because of all my pain and fear. I

Exclusion can come in many forms: prejudice, discrimination, bullying -- there's no end to the vicious cycle of injustice in today's world. And unfortunately, I know what it feels like to be on the receiving end. When I was in 5th grade, my parents went through a terrible divorce. Quiet and somewhat shy at the time, I tried to keep the difficulties at home from affecting my school life, but despite my efforts, my classmates could tell that I seemed unusually irritable. Yet no one asked me what was wrong or why I was acting differently. Instead, the people I thought were my friends started whispering about me behind my back. When I found out a few weeks later, I was heartbroken. They teased me about my parents, claiming that a lot of kids become "weird" when their parents get divorced, and also called me "fat." I remember crying silently and hanging out by myself that weekend, feeling completely alone and insignificant. My life at home was already so unstable and now I dreaded going to school, too. I was deemed a "loser" by my fellow 5th graders, when all I really needed was a friend, and had they not been so judgmental, maybe they would have understood.

In preschool I did not have friends, wasn't the popular kid, and I was the one weird kid wearing old lady looking dresses and clothes too big for me. The school I went to was small and smelt like mold or old ladies most of the time. I was the kid that sat in the corner doing finger paintings and cutting cool designs into paper to make people chains and snowflakes. I was poor but I didn't care cause I had what I needed and everything I wished for in a family.

Another time that I was heartbroken was when I pulled a prank, yeah a prank. One thing I used to do was talk back continuously to teachers I was infamous for it. My teacher kind of hated me for it Once I pulled a classic prank on my friend Brent, where I grabbed his hair and pretended like I was cutting it by snipping above his hair and not physically touching it. With metal scissors that were incredibly cold and rusty. The teacher came in she was slim, tall, and fragile but she was physically strong (I had to dance ballroom with her). Brent originally never told on me, but Matao told on me. The evidence they had on me was strand of hair, at that time I also wish they did a DNA test on the strand of hair that wasn’t even his. I was sent to

I remember one recess I nearly broke my fingers trying to write I will be quiet in class 50 times just to go out and play with the other kids. But because of my AdHd I failed and missed it. It almost killed my spirit to see everyone play and even kids that that had to do the same assignment were finishing before me. When Second grade came I had went to two schools. The first one was a catholic school that I hated and still hate now. They didn't have a cafeteria and most importantly they didn't have a playscape. They made me wear some stupid dress code that i wouldn't mind much today but back then I had a burning passion of furry against wearing the white collars and snap on ties that simulated the exact feeling of being slowly choked by an angry toddler. And if that wasn't enough, because it was a catholic school my teacher was a mean pric. It wasn't just her actions, it also was how she looked. I mean like I know that not everyone loves their job but emulating how much you don't like it doesn't help. Especially if your job is teaching a class of 2nd graders. But to top it off, we had to go to this boring church that was right next to the school and give money every time we

The actions that the two teachers had demonstrate can be describe as inhuman and horrible. A number of children was sent to hospitals for checkups on their physical and mentally health, as parents are very concerns. The preschool is now temporarily closed down as the police is still continuing investigate the incident and looking for proofs if this has happen in the past. Further announcement will be make after Mrs Taylor and Ms Kelly appear in court next month. L&M

Then one day, I could no longer hold it in and while I was alone, I cried. To my amazement, I felt so much relief and realized, it takes a strong person to cry.

I have cried until skin covered my eyes from being puffy, laying in bed not wanting to get up to do my daily activities. While laying in bed, I realized something. I shouldn’t be beaten up by my emotions, what type of baby would that make me sound like to people. I wiped the tears away and knew for a fact that I will see the people I love one day, and they wouldn’t want

Like I mentioned before, I wasn’t a great kid. I would constantly talk back to my parents and teachers. I stole whatever I could get my hands on at the local Walmart, and sold the contraband to other kids at school. I was also well known for skipping class. It wasn't hard, mind you, since I lived about two blocks away from the school I attended. The only reason I would even skip class was that I simply wasn't getting the help I needed, which in hindsight is understandable, considering the shit I was to the teachers. Let's also not forget that when I was in school, I was consistently pretending to be sick so I didn't have to go to class. We are talking about a 13-year old that gave up on a school that simply gave up on him.