I was sitting at my desk waiting in small, hot classroom on the second floor twiddling my thumbs anxious for free time.. It was my first school year out of ESL classes. I was in ESL classes until about 3rd grade. In ESL everyone there was on the same boat. We were all different, different accents, different cultures, different backgrounds, with different stories. Even though we were all different we were all there with the same goal, to learn English and because of that the bullying was non-existent. As I was finally let up from my set for free time I had my first bully ever. He told me as I tried to play “step-back, you are weird. You will never be like us.” As a child that hurt me, and because of that it has shaped me in so many ways. In some negative and some positive, to this very day.
After that day, at every school it was the same problem. I was …show more content…
Instead of my mom asking me what was wrong with me or why was I acting like this she just transferred me thinking that would fix the problem, but let me tell you something, it didn’t. It had gotten so bad that I would go to school and sit outside the for hours and not go in, or even say I don't feel good and sit in the office, until the end of the day, and when the office lady told me that I should call my mom and go home I would pick up the phone and just pretend that I was calling so I wouldn’t have to see her. That was until 6th grade, the last time I transferred. My mother told me that she isn’t going to continue to transfer me because I was acting stupid. From 6th grade mid year 7th grade, the bullying was worse than ever. The kids there all looked the same and been in the same class for years with nobody different coming in, until I did. They would say racial slurs backwards that thinking that I would not understand. I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I am also not the dullest
After that day, at every school it was the same problem. I was …show more content…
Instead of my mom asking me what was wrong with me or why was I acting like this she just transferred me thinking that would fix the problem, but let me tell you something, it didn’t. It had gotten so bad that I would go to school and sit outside the for hours and not go in, or even say I don't feel good and sit in the office, until the end of the day, and when the office lady told me that I should call my mom and go home I would pick up the phone and just pretend that I was calling so I wouldn’t have to see her. That was until 6th grade, the last time I transferred. My mother told me that she isn’t going to continue to transfer me because I was acting stupid. From 6th grade mid year 7th grade, the bullying was worse than ever. The kids there all looked the same and been in the same class for years with nobody different coming in, until I did. They would say racial slurs backwards that thinking that I would not understand. I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I am also not the dullest