Bullying in Schools
Heart racing, palms sweating and becoming slightly self-conscious I try to prepare myself for the day ahead. As I walk into the school building at a somewhat normal pace, I am aware of the conversations between the girls stopping and I can almost feel their eyes following me around the corner, to where I keep my distance and attempt calm myself. The same mean girls that have followed me my whole school life! Although now they don’t say anything to my face, I have had my fair share of insults and confrontation’s over the years. For example when in Primary 4, Emily and Hannah made me cry by shouting in my face whilst in line, waiting to go into school after break, resulting in all three of us being sent to our teacher- …show more content…
When done properly it can solve the problem at hand. However, the problem that kept me awake at night was never resolved. The phone rang. Suddenly my heart began to beat so fact that I could hardly breathe, and my palms were so sweaty and the butterflies in my stomach became restless. When I got told to go to my guidance teacher, I knew exactly what it was about. I nervously sat across from Holly, to my right was my guidance teacher and to the left was my school’s head teacher. The atmosphere was filled with anxiety caused by both mine and Holly’s nerves. My face was wet, from the tears that had been caused by the false accusations that had been thrown at me right, left and centre. From the minute I sat down I was uncomfortable, overcome with fear and anger, as well as disbelief as two, more, people took Holly’s side. To come out of a guidance meeting and feel worse than what you did going in, is unbelievable, and made me want to go home. For four years these meetings continued and some were alright but for the vast majority I felt sick, due to the nerves and was furious at Holly, for claiming me to be the bully, when it was all her! These meetings continued and often varied (in terms of company) for example: it could include my mum, Ms Hood, Mrs Millar, Holly or sometimes all of us together- which was a recipe for disaster. This added unnecessary pressure, and nobody seemed to comprehend that they weren’t ameliorating the situation. It began to
Heart racing, palms sweating and becoming slightly self-conscious I try to prepare myself for the day ahead. As I walk into the school building at a somewhat normal pace, I am aware of the conversations between the girls stopping and I can almost feel their eyes following me around the corner, to where I keep my distance and attempt calm myself. The same mean girls that have followed me my whole school life! Although now they don’t say anything to my face, I have had my fair share of insults and confrontation’s over the years. For example when in Primary 4, Emily and Hannah made me cry by shouting in my face whilst in line, waiting to go into school after break, resulting in all three of us being sent to our teacher- …show more content…
When done properly it can solve the problem at hand. However, the problem that kept me awake at night was never resolved. The phone rang. Suddenly my heart began to beat so fact that I could hardly breathe, and my palms were so sweaty and the butterflies in my stomach became restless. When I got told to go to my guidance teacher, I knew exactly what it was about. I nervously sat across from Holly, to my right was my guidance teacher and to the left was my school’s head teacher. The atmosphere was filled with anxiety caused by both mine and Holly’s nerves. My face was wet, from the tears that had been caused by the false accusations that had been thrown at me right, left and centre. From the minute I sat down I was uncomfortable, overcome with fear and anger, as well as disbelief as two, more, people took Holly’s side. To come out of a guidance meeting and feel worse than what you did going in, is unbelievable, and made me want to go home. For four years these meetings continued and some were alright but for the vast majority I felt sick, due to the nerves and was furious at Holly, for claiming me to be the bully, when it was all her! These meetings continued and often varied (in terms of company) for example: it could include my mum, Ms Hood, Mrs Millar, Holly or sometimes all of us together- which was a recipe for disaster. This added unnecessary pressure, and nobody seemed to comprehend that they weren’t ameliorating the situation. It began to