Starting in fourth grade, people bullied me. The problems I faced at that time are the brand of nonsense the majority teenagers would laugh at today; as a nine year old those problems were unshakable. The bullying continued through the duration of middle school, even after moving from Texas to Colorado, and to this day it sets my teeth on edge to hear ignorant people claim “Nobody bullies anymore. That’s not this generation. It’s not a problem here.” Those struggles I faced for what seemed to be eternities, that I know children still face every day, get turned into a smaller fish.
Freshman year of high school dawned and I ended up switching attendance areas; I felt ready to face another entirely fresh batch of students. I assumed I could face the …show more content…
When I came out the other end, I realized that while I had been correct believing the world hadn’t transformed due to a different campus, I was mistaken to think the world couldn’t change. At the time I noticed this, those five years were one third of my life, and as I write this it’s closer to one quarter, and I hope to live to an age where it’s something around a fifteenth of the life I’ve lived. None of that revises the fact that, as a result of every cruel and narrow minded person who destroyed me, the rebuilding formed a person equipped to renew the world. It might not be quick, but someday I hope everyone will come to appreciate the tiniest