Why is confidence so important?

Bullying is such a difficult topic to grab a hold of. Children may experience bullying and not say it to their parents. Parents may suspect something wrong with their children but don’t know how to pro[per address the issue. I was bullied a lot. I remember being smashed against a locker in 7th grade. My brother was bullied during this middle school and high school years. Yet, my brother learned martial arts as a way to defense. However, I was more of an resorted in listening to music and keep all my emotions to myself. I learned over the years the power of speaking out and having a great support system.

When I was in 5th grade, I was bullied. This one girl picked on me every single day. She told me I was fat even though I was really skinny. She called me ugly. She told me I shouldn’t be friends with my best friends because they were taller, richer and prettier than me. She said that I couldn’t dance because I was cuban. She told me I was stupid and that I should be in special ed. I held it in for half of fifth grade. One day, I bawled for two and a half hours. I was home with my dad who was working in his office and when my mom got home

Independence is important as it will prevent you keep asking about what you need to do so that you can just get on with it and not disturb anyone else who is working on the same thing as you plus it will allow you to work at a faster rate. This also is important so you can work without feeling scared your going to fail. This is valued by a company as they will know you won’t distract anyone else.

Salivar Slaughter, who is a justice counselor who work with kids that need help talking out their problems. The most common question being asked and a lot of people have been wondering is “have you ever been bullied?” When I asked Mrs.Slaughter the question, she said “ I kind of have been bullied. Someone hacked into my facebook and posted some things that were bad and inappropriate.” As she described it, her sister comes into her room and told her that there were inappropriate statues being made on her facebook. It was too late to delete the status because there were people commenting on the status which lead to a fight. I also asked her “why would one individual bully another?”She told me “I think when i see they are hurt, they may hate themselves,letting the world know that “i'm tough” and also trying to find themselves.” Another person I interviewed was Mrs. Hale, a counselor at Madison High School. Mrs. Hale has been bullied in ninth grade, she was a quiet, shy girl, didn’t really like to talk much. There was a boy who decided to pick on me, he would sit next to me and ignore me during the ride to school.But it didn't last

I haven’t been bullied since but it still left emotional scars considering the only person I told about was my teacher, she fixed it but I still felt a large amount of fear of older kids. That fear has since gone away but I still am affected by it. However, home for me wasn’t all that good either. My mother had bad anger issues and usually snapped at the littlest of things, but when she wasn’t angry she was great. I dealt with it however and tried to maintain a relationship with her even though things are

It was the first day of second grade, I walked into my classroom, and I heard someone calling my name. It was the Bully (Stephanie). I didn't know that, or even what being "a bully" was. And of course, me being the social butterfly that I am, I went to go talk with her. She started laughing and calling me stupid. Also, the teacher was busy with another student, so she didn't see any of this happening. When the teacher was done helping the student, I told her what happened and she said that she would

I was also bullied in high school. When I was 16, my mother bought me a brand new car. None of my other friends had new cars, so they became envious. Girls began to write mean things on the windows of my car, put their cigarette butts out on my car, and were telling each other they were going to beat me up. One day in the middle of summer, my friend and I ran into a group of girls from school. They started making rude comments at us, but we chose to ignore them. One of the girls walked up to me and asked me, “Are you scared yet?” and punched me in my face. My friend and I walked

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 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

Growing up, I have always been considered different. Whether it was my skin color, background or my personality. I've always felt like I was in exile in my own community. Ever since kindergarten, I excelled in the classroom. My trust for knowledge pushed me to achieve in and outside the classroom as well. However, my intellect was a blessing and a curse. It was always hard to make friends. All through elementary school, I would be bullied every day for no apparent reason. I would be so frustrated that I would yell at my mother and mistreat my little brother. I allowed the opinions of others affect how I would treat my own family. As I reflect on these painful memories, I don't believe I was bullied because I was black. I know that I was bullied

My school bell rang, signaling that another day of school was over. I left my classroom and said goodbye to my friends while I walked to my bus. I got on the school bus that was filled with musty air and body odor, along with the underlying tone of Axe Body Spray. Kids filled the bus front to back. In the back is where roughhousing occurred, and in the front was order as usual. I sat in the middle where my other classmates sat. The textured bus seat I sat on was filled with holes where spongy foam popped out of the seat cover. I knew a few kids around me, but did not know the majority. About halfway into the ride the boys I did not know began to tease me. Salty sweat began to perspire on my upper lip out of fear and confusion. I was confused and did not know why they were harassing me. I asked them to stop, but it only got worse. It escalated until I was surrounded by people calling me "bitch" and a "stupid fuck-head." I got off the bus upset with being called stupid, and wondered what bitch and fuck-head meant. I asked my mom when I got home, and she turned white as a ghost wondering where her son heard those words. I was only in first grade.

Imagine what it feels like to get bullied for four years, well I know what it feels like and I’ll tell you my story of the fifth grade and how it was my final year of getting bullied. My story needs some background but it goes on for a long time so I’m going to have to shorten it. My story first starts in the second grade when this same person kept on being mean to me and I just wanted to be happy and for her to stop. I don’t really know why she started this because we never had a problem before, her bullying just came out of the blue. Second grade was also the first year of Lower School and no one has ever been mean to me during school like she did. I just thought she was trying to be funny and just joking; the next year my thoughts were quite different as you can imagine. I’m not telling you it was really bad in second grade, it wasn’t, it was just where it started and

The process of being independent has taught me many ideas about life and myself. For

I was now a seventh grader, and sitting in history. I begun to answer questions from the teacher when I felt something hit the back of my head, it was a paper ball. The incident continued for a week, and I told her to stop multiple times, but she did not. One night I went home and my brother taught me how to defend myself if she continued. From that point forward she never bullied me again. I was determined to stop being classified as a “nerd” and to not fall to the stereotypical bullying. I fought back every chance I had, and did not back down. However, I was not going to change myself due to being picked

When I was 6 years old my parent started fighting so they separated, this caused me to have to move schools. I didn’t fit in at all because they all were a bunch of farm boy and girls and I came from the city. They bullied me because I was different. I wore clean new sneakers, they wore old dirty cowboy boots, or they would go hunting and get a big deer when I hadn’t been hunting a day in my life. I Spend my first four years at northridge worrying about school and less about the bullies but the older I got the worse they got.