Why Is Me Important To Me

It seemed the harder I tried, the worse grades I received. My parents punished me for not achieving high marks by grounding me on the weekends to keep studying more and more. All this punishment did not help because I began hating the pressure of school because I did try hard and had a desire to get good grades however the more effort that I put in, the harder school seemed to get. Additionally, each year every student was obligated to perform in a talent show for the whole student body and community of parents. I remember feeling like these shows were put on so the parents could laugh, make fun of and be entertained at the expense of the unfortunate children. I remember feeling sorry for some students that just didn’t have the talent they were trying to portrait. Being a student in the 1970’s, you did what you were told to do, without question, and if you did do something that was out of line, your parents were called to pick you up, and you were punished at home. I really did not like grammar school much. I was in the lower average of my class, I did not have a great talent, and I was made fun of for being different than others students---I have red hair. I really dreaded going to school as a child due to the pressures that the school, teachers and my parents put on me.

When I first started being a victim of bullying I was able to realize that due to bullying it was harder to concentrate in class. My grades started going downhill from there on. Being in class I was always turning my

I was 14-year-old when I left my country to move to America in March 2012. When I heard I was moving to the United States, I was so delighted words cannot even describe how excited I was that day. I remember the night before my trip I could not sleep. I was excited because my whole family was going to be with me. My dad migrated to Florida four years before we came, therefore, I could not wait to see him again.

Home is where your heart is. For my mother and I our hearts were left with my beloved sister in Shiraz, Iran. We were departing our country and culture for my dad in America, who we had not seen for two years. However, this came with a miserable price. The U.S. immigration system is not so permissive in whom they allow to enter, with one of their determining factors being age. My sister, Azadeh, had become too “old” for her to be dependent on our parents. At that age, I was four and she was twenty-one with a caring heart like my mom’s. I loved her. I had not only fled my homeland but had left a piece of my heart in its soil. I had lost my big sister, and my mother had lost her

I was bullied a lot in middle school. Mostly because before the first day of fifth grade before school I told my parents I was nervous and they told me there was this nice boy named Will that would-be friends with me but I didn’t really know him. On the first day of school I went around asking literally everyone if they knew him and when I finally found him he thought I was weird that I was asking around to find him and he wouldn’t talk to me.

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.

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

First of all, I'd like to say rest in peace to my cousin "Pimp". He is the basis of this memoir, although I've only seen him once the words he's shared with me have played a big part within the life I live now.

My mind still refuses to accept the bloody event that occured right before me. Thou were present just a minute ago. Father, why have thou been summoned to heaven(57) already? Thou have been a fine gentleman for all of your life. For what reason will someone hold a grudge so deeply for them to go after thy life? Thou have been a brave soldier who fought for Scotland, and a loving person who cares for thy peers. I have always admired thee. Is this what such a kind and honorable person deserves? Is a violent, and young death all that awaits for those that are generous? Is this a sacrilegious(68) world where the good gets punished, and the bad becomes prosperous? Then was it wrong for me to follow thy path? Was I deceived when the church told me

Thank you for being their for me through rough times. You have inspired me throughout my life. Thank you for making impact a fun and loving place to go to. Thanks to you and Rob, going to Impact is always my highlight of my the week.

It is a tough transition going from sixth grade to seventh grade, but I doubled the anxiety by starting a new school. I was very nervous at first, but knowing a few people I played rec softball with helped make the move a little bit easier. I made a lot of new friends who cared and helped me overcome the many obstacles I faced at Sylvania. New school, new challenges, and definitely stepping out of my comfort zone. After every challenge I faced, one important lesson that stuck out to me was to treat people the way you want to be treated. So when I see people getting bullied, I like to help them out because I know what it’s like to deal with something like this. We always need to be kind because we never know the situation someone is in,

In the lower grades, I had scarce responsibilities and privileges. I did not get to switch classes. There were very few clubs or afterschool activities. The teacher would teach every subject you learned. That is not as favorable because the teacher may not be really good at all the subjects. The work was not challenging. I did not enjoy that at all. The work was quite boring when it was uncomplicated. The teachers did not have high expectations on my work.

The only year in elementary school I enjoyed was fifth grade. This school year was full of encouragement and kindness from my teachers. Their constant motivation and kind words gave me the confidence to improve my grades in school and interact more with my classmates. After fifth grade, my entire class and I left our old school, and relocated to the middle school. This change was not the easiest for me either. While elementary school was a tame and controlled environment, middle school gave students more freedom and was less strict on students.

Student, businessman, outgoing, dedicated, creative, and willing are just a few things that set me apart from other kids. I don't find myself as being a normal person. There are people who lead others, who set trends, who do things first, who strive to better themselves no matter what it takes. Then there are the followers, those who follow the trends set by the leaders, those who will do anything to fit in and be “cool”. I like to classify myself as a leader.

The reason why the topic of high school and middle school bullying is such an important focus is all about the psychological evidence. According to a Duke University study, children who are bullied by peers will continue to face mental issues and damage as adults, so for the sake of the children, you must take this issue more seriously than you have in the past (Medicine, Duke). Bullying has been linked to depression, anxiety, and suicidal tendencies, although you may have already known that from the countless times anti-bullying campaigns have hammered it into your brain. Allow me to offer a realistic perspective from personal experience: after being bullied during 8th grade at your middle school, I became very self-conscious, and I have been that way ever since. The nasty girls in my grade convinced me to change who I was so I could fit in, and even when I did change, they still would not accept me into their 'social class'. I spent the next three years trying to change my outfit, hair and makeup to