The Day At West Hill High School

Painted Girl’s expression shattered for a second. Sarah didn’t care for that look and quickly changed the subject.

On my first day going to Central it was very bad.While I was walking into Central people were yelling very harsh things, and trying to grab me luckily I made it in. When I finally got in there were people everywhere trying to get me and yelling ‘ go home nigger ’ . A whole bunch of people started chasing us I ran for my life. One of them grabbed me and hit me really hard in the face. I had to push him off of me and run. When I got in my classes the students yelled at me and the teacher acted like she didn’t see anything. Then school finally ended and I got to go home. On the second day it was even worse. It was still hard to get in but I did. We were all walking together and we acted

I gazed around the place, many trophies on the trophy case, halls filled with lockers and classrooms. My eyes landed at a door that reads "VICE PRINCIPAL LUNA'S OFFICE" I walked towards the door and knocked three times.

“I also know I haven't um been very nice to you so i'm sorry for that too”

It was a peaceful and normal first hour. Well, at least for the people in it. Everyone was yelling, and the teacher had just given up on trying to stop them, and now was just browsing for a retirement home in Key West. I looked up at Jordan, who was my best and only friend. Her spiked blond hair was never put down, even in the toughest rain. Her tan legs sat on top of her desk, and her pine green eyes scanned the school newspaper.

It was a frigid day in September 2003, and I was on my way into school. This was the first day of school, in my Senior year. Everyone said it is suppose to be the best year of your high school career. However, it wasn't that way for me. I walked into school on that day, and I felt as if I had some terrible disease. People were avoiding me, ignoring me, and this had never happened before. I was always Miss Popularity all throughout school and I constantly had someone around me. Therefore, getting the cold shoulder was new to me. Day after day I would come to school feeling left out and alone. I had no idea what was happening to all my friends. Until one day I overheard some people talking about me. I was so

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

Im sitting here looking outside my window, at the trees while thinking "What am I going to say for this essay?" As it is my fourth time writing a high school essay, I'm nervous as you may know from the way the opening of this essay sounds. I currently attend William L Dickinson high school, which was never my plan. Last year I was an eighth grader at Academy I thinking that my school name would help me get into a good high school but I was wrong. I've always wanted to go to County Prep High School, but unfortunately last year in April, everything changed. Thats when I got my big rejection letter. I have really bad anxiety so waiting for the letter was a pain. Then finally "We regret to inform you" the five dreaded words that every applicant

When I got there they told me that one of the boys, who was an excellent artist, was going to draw me a "pig mask" because then I would look just like a pig. I knew that they were saying this because of my weight which was extremely devastating, as well as embarrassing. I felt my weight made me different from everyone else. I never wanted to go to school and it got to the point where I would not take the bus. My father had to drive me to school everyday; it was very difficult, but things began to get better when I found a group of friends who cared about me. That summer I went to a sleep away camp that helped me find ways to live with my health condition and become a healthier

“Sit down, you are embarrassing yourself” I remarked covering my face, disgusted by her behavior.

I received nasty notes in my locker, and on my desk 's saying how I was such an annoyance to the world and that I shouldn’t be such a loser. Sometimes they would follow me down the hallways whispering things to me. I couldn’t even use the restroom in peace, because they would be standing by the sinks waiting to verbally harass me. The secretaries in the office knew me by name because I would call home daily, claiming to be sick. My parents thought I just didn 't like school and

Right now I feel extremely stranded on what to do, I cannot even walk into the school without the fear of being attacked, or having my personal property wrecked, or simply being called down, and names. I'm so lost as to what to do, and I know you are trying to figure this out but it's time to start sitting people down and questioning hard because this is not fair to me to not be feeling safe, comfortable, or accepted when i walk through the doors. I am not innocent when it comes to bullying, I have done it before, but in the past 6 months you and even my parents could tell I've came a long way, I have grown from a 52% average last semester to over an 80% average this semester. It's sickening to me what's happening and is physically,

“There comes a time, that defining moment in our lives, when we just have to make that like changing decision…” From the time that we are young we are faced with making decisions – some easy some more complicated. It may be a major decision, or it can be a little more compact. No matter what form, we all are exposed to making decisions. I have made many decisions, but the one that has taught me the most came into play when I was in 8th grade on September 28, 2012.

“I’m sorry,” he giggled. “You’ve played some pretty good pranks on me before, but this is too far. I’m never going to fall for it, sorry.”