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

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.

I still recall my first day at an American school how everyone just stared at me I didn't understand. I thought my English was nearly perfect but I guess it was not enough to mask my strong Indian accent. My new

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

In sixth grade I was very tall, standing at five feet and seven inches, this was a gateway to unwanted attention and harassment. I was taller than at least half of the boys and that pushed them away from me and me away from them. Don’t get me wrong I may have had a crush on them, but with my height plays a huge factor. Also, most of the boys I thought were physically attractive were mean to me because I was tall, even

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

When I first started middle school, I felt I was looked at differently. I had some people who hated me more than teenagers hate vegetables. So, one day I was on my way to the band when someone who thought to themselves “Why not trip this innocent kid down two flights of stairs?” Well after they tripped me I forced myself up and walked on. I never found out who tripped me though. I just felt that stereotypes had labeled me as an unwanted, ugly, nerd who wanted anything to do with. Well if I found out who tripped me I would have told them “Be nice to a nerd because you will end up working for

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

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

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

During my early primary school years, I came across bullies who would pray on nervous kids, sometimes this was more words than physical altercations, I would avoid these people and of making a fool of myself at all cost. Sometimes this would come as calling me names, making fun of what I looked like or pushing me around and acting tough in front of their friends.

Throughout my school years, I was made fun of. I don’t know that I would have ever called it bullying myself, but in the general purview of today, that is what it was. Elementary school started positive, I had friends in my Kindergarten through first-grade years, but after that, I was more or less left alone. Looking back on it now it’s still really hard for me to pinpoint why. Was it because I was an only child living in a neighborhood with few children, so my sense of fun and interesting was vastly different from other kids or was it just because like animals, children can sense weakness in others and just asserted this over me? Whatever the reason, until sixth grade, I was on the fringes. Our sixth grade merged several elementary schools in the district together in preparation for middle and high school. This is where we would meet our future classmates, this is where friendships would be made and broken.

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.

The pain you feel, when did it start? Sixth grade? No, that might have been when it started to change me though... The public humiliation, the fear of being wrong. Or wait- maybe it was the third grade? When people ostracized you. Left you out of things. Gave you weird looks every time you said something. What was it anyways? How was I different? I hardly had any friends... I can't remember specifics...