I remember sitting on the school bus, on the way home. I was in the second to last seat. I had one of the longest bus rides. I lived at the edge between Merrimack and Bedford. I was first on the bus, but instead of taking the last seat, I sat in the seat before that, because I didn’t want to get those kids mad at me. So mostly those kids would just call me names, and insult me. Those kids were having a bad day, so they wanted to take it out on me. I never fought back, and if I said something, it would be a stupid comeback, that they would make fun of more. So I mostly just kept my mouth shut. It wasn’t a huge deal to me, I saw it as a part of my day. Just like I would get up 6:30, shower, and eat toast, it was normal for them to be on the bus
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He hated me, so that caused his immediate friends to bully me and hate me too. I still had plenty of friends, and was fairly popular, its just these kids that hated me. See I could of handled one kid bullying me, because there are still 100 other kids in your grade that won 't bully you. But when its 7 or 8 kids that bully you, they are everywhere. Those kids also rode my bus, and when they 're all around you, they can have one person bully you, and the others just laugh, and high five each other.
After about a year of being bullied, and the school not really doing anything useful about it, my parents made me join a karate class. I remember meeting the instructor Mr. Giroux, he was 6,4 about 50 and super skinny, although you could tell that he was covered in muscle. At first I was scared of this karate thing, because you would fight kids in class, and sometimes I would see the older classes get out, and a kid would have a bloody nose or bruises all over their …show more content…
Giroux and he said I should pay more attention to when he talks about morals. After awhile I realized, that the morals, would prevent me from ever being into a fight. I progressed at karate and the morals. I became best in the class, and had to fight one of the black belt teachers for sparring and grappling. I was bullied a lot still, but never got in any fights, or let them get to me.
Over time most of the bullies left, because they no longer got to me, but there was one person left in the 5th grade who bullied me. He was about 3 inches shorter then me, had about 20 pounds on me, but skinny. He was coated in muscle from head to toe. He was a jerk to everyone, and people were scared of him. I mostly stayed out of his way, but that day he was in a very bad mood. He walked out on to the playground looking for someone to take it out on, and I was the first kid he
He hated me, so that caused his immediate friends to bully me and hate me too. I still had plenty of friends, and was fairly popular, its just these kids that hated me. See I could of handled one kid bullying me, because there are still 100 other kids in your grade that won 't bully you. But when its 7 or 8 kids that bully you, they are everywhere. Those kids also rode my bus, and when they 're all around you, they can have one person bully you, and the others just laugh, and high five each other.
After about a year of being bullied, and the school not really doing anything useful about it, my parents made me join a karate class. I remember meeting the instructor Mr. Giroux, he was 6,4 about 50 and super skinny, although you could tell that he was covered in muscle. At first I was scared of this karate thing, because you would fight kids in class, and sometimes I would see the older classes get out, and a kid would have a bloody nose or bruises all over their …show more content…
Giroux and he said I should pay more attention to when he talks about morals. After awhile I realized, that the morals, would prevent me from ever being into a fight. I progressed at karate and the morals. I became best in the class, and had to fight one of the black belt teachers for sparring and grappling. I was bullied a lot still, but never got in any fights, or let them get to me.
Over time most of the bullies left, because they no longer got to me, but there was one person left in the 5th grade who bullied me. He was about 3 inches shorter then me, had about 20 pounds on me, but skinny. He was coated in muscle from head to toe. He was a jerk to everyone, and people were scared of him. I mostly stayed out of his way, but that day he was in a very bad mood. He walked out on to the playground looking for someone to take it out on, and I was the first kid he