Bullying Narrative

The conversation was deep and emotional. It brought up the pain that I still remember so vividly even though it was nearly ten years ago. We were digging deep into the past; back to elementary school. By "we" I mean my closest friend and I. We were talking for hours that simply about anything and everything, there were no limits to what we could say. The topic of elementary school came up and while hers was filled with happiness and with exiting memories mine was filled with hurt and resentment.

I was telling her how for years, especially during the third grade I was bullied. My bullies picked on me. It didn't matter what it was about me, they had deemed everything as below their standards such as my hair, my clothes, and especially my weight. …show more content…
I felt I was sub-par compared to all my peers. I had friends, a lot of them actually, but no matter what I did I personally couldn't let go of those years. I didn't feel adequate. The torture stopped once I got to middle school, we had grown up, but I couldn't let go of what had happened to me. Even though they no longer bullied me every time I saw their faces I was reminded of those years and those memories would flashback in my head.

I didn't say anything or do anything, I didn't want to cause problems, but there was a fire that was growing inside of me. An intolerance for what they had done started to stem and take root. I was getting tired of how I felt, I hated the resentment inside of me, so I knew I needed to get away and I knew I needed to do it as soon as possible. Once I heard about the specialty centers and programs offered at other high schools, meaning I didn't have to go to the school I was zoned at, where all my bullies would be, I could go to a different school and …show more content…
I had the opportunity to redefine myself not as this poor immigrant, but as a person who is a leader and a person who is athletic and really show my outgoing and extrovert personality. I became involved in volleyball and indoor and outdoor track. Sophomore year of the indoor track season, I placed 5th at conference, for shot put, automatically sending me to regionals. Making it to regionals as a sophomore doesn't happen that often, especially compared to the girls I was competing against. They were all bigger and stronger than me, which meant they should have done better. To me this just went to show that you really can't judge a person by how they appear to be. I also immersed myself into clubs in school and activities outside of school, while maintaining good grades in the hardest classes offered to anyone in my