Tabade Descriptive Speech

As time went on, I began to expect it more, as they’d take their aggression out on me in the hall, I tried to stand up to them. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t. Despite this, I remember feeling scared to come into school. I was constantly called fat, and ugly. I was passed notes that when I read them, I couldn’t help but cry. I was being pelted with trash and laughed

In middle school I was bullied relentlessly. The boys at my middle school all ganged up on me and gave me a hard time for not being exactly like them. They saw that I stuck with the girls and they instantly associated that with me

There was a time back in grade school when I was people had the unjust judgment of who I am as a person because I was a little different from everyone else. I have always been bigger in size than most people and that hasn’t changed today. I would wear different attire than other people because of the area I grew up in and the size of me. I would also be into hip hop music because of who I grew up with; however, I was the only one that only listened to hip hop because everyone was raised to not listen to the language they spoke in those songs. When I was a kid and didn’t dress or look like everyone else it would be difficult for me to be included in some groups either out of fear by some of the smaller

When I started going to elementary school I went to the mostly catholic American School, where most kids would bully me based on my looks and traditions. The kids would call me stereotypical Jewish insults such as greedy, big nose and the one that I felt was the worst Christ killer. Everyday when I went to school I was reminded of my Jewish identity, even though most of the things they called me where not true I was still reminded that I was a minority amongst them and my only possible role in that situation was to take the heat.

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 little bubble would be busted shortly after. Just one week into first grade I was introduced to the meaning of a bully. I was picked on a lot because of the way I walked and the “weird” braces on my legs. It was the first time that I had thought that my braces might not be the best in the universe after all. I even begged my mom to not make me wear them. She wouldn’t listen and I resented her for it. I didn’t understand at the time that she was making me wear them so I could be stronger in the long run. I only had two friends in Bliss but to this day I am so grateful for their support. They defended me when I was getting picked on and never passed judgment about the way I walked. I remember one time when we where on the play ground. Casey and Dylan where the definition of cowboys so of course we where playing cowboys I was the horse because my braces sounded like a horse walking on pavement when they clicked together and they were the cowboys trying to get me into the pen. As we were playing some older kids came up to us and started making fun of me and my braces. My nights in shinning armor came around from the other side of the jungle gym and told the older kids to leave me alone. They didn’t of course and the teacher on yard duty ended up getting involved but that memory still sticks with me because they cared and they tried to help. I’d like to say I learned the lesson to just turn the other

My problems snowballed when, in sixth grade, I switched from a small Catholic school to a much larger environment in a new town. Being bullied became a huge part of my life, which made things a lot more difficult to cope with. I had no friends and was teased all the time.

Middle school were the worst years I had to go through .Someone notice my teeth weren’t straight and they started to spread the word around the school and kids stated coming up with all these names beaver ,sloth, SpongeBob ,squirrel and many more . I didn’t notice it was consider bullying until I had went to the counselors office and asked what I should do .The counselor didn’t really help all he said was “Just ignore them you’ll be fine” ,but how can

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

During middle school, I used to always get made fun for everything, especially my grades, they used to get called a nerd. But for some reason, everybody wanted the answers to the homework that was due and help on a quiz or test whenever they were stuck. I used to feel very bad of myself because I thought I would never fit in with “cool kids” who just asked me for answers. This made me less confident and have low-self-esteem because I didn’t have any real friends. I triumphed and fought my very hardest to focus on my success and growth. I faced many challenges while doing this, for example my favorite teacher had passed away, I was going through a lot with my family and I didn’t really have friends. It was during these struggles

Some teachers disapprove of calling people mean names, but mine thinks that is okay. I was always the one who was made fun of for being different or retarded, which most kids called me. That breaks me down inside so much that I wanted to kill myself. People told me to let their insults go in through one ear and right out the other, but they don't understand the feeling the pain and the emotions going through my body. That breaks me down inside.

I wasn’t really allowed to be exposed to things, such as what sex was and any music other than religious songs, this only started to change towards the end of middle school when I was given permission to buy my first CD. Bullying has also had a significant impact on my life as a child and likely affected my self-esteem and confidence. I began being bullied soon after I transferred to the public school in my neighborhood. I was slightly chubby and wore baggy hand-me-downs so I was an easy target and was constantly teased about my weight and appearance by other students even people whom I believed were my friends. Another significant bullying event that happened when I was in middle school and unfortunately one if the most popular chose me as his target of sexual harassment and when I got up the courage to tell a teacher and he was suspended the day before our winter break. The situation made a turn for the worse when we returned from winter break because the whole class turned against me and I became the snitch and was shunned and mistreat so much I had to

I can't remember exactly when it started, but i do remember going through it. I can remember almost everybody who had bullied me. I think it was because i was a small tiny girl barely 5’0 or maybe it was because i would come with my hair braided back and i would look like a boy. Could have been because i was just too quiet and couldn't take up for myself. I remember all the names that they would call me. I remember crying because

I was bullied throughout my fifth-grade year. I remember that there was one student that was way older than me and he had repeated the fifth grade. He would bully me and some of my friends. During

If that was not enough to deal with, I also have red hair and freckles so I was constantly teased about my appearance. All this contributed to my own lack of self-confidence and a feeling that I was not as good as my peers.