Ring, ring, ring! It was an ordinary sunny Monday morning; rushing out of bed as usual, throwing on some colour clashing clothing, chugging down my flavorless bowl of oatmeal, and running to school, hoping to make it on time.
The moment I stepped into school, I could feel the Monday blues seeping into my bones. I was already longing for the weekend to come. At that time, I was only in grade five, and believed that school was a place of excitement, fun, and also safety. I never anticipated the miserable side of it. Nevertheless, I continued to drag myself into my classroom, which was located at the end of a long, narrow and foreboding hall. At first, there was nothing surprising, just normal routines, such as hanging up my bag and coat and …show more content…
Since I had met Winifred, there was nothing I wanted to do more than to talk and play with her during recess and lunch. However, because she knew that she was my only friend, she began to take advantage of my vulnerability. The feeling of “soul sisters” became distant, and instead, the feeling of “frenemies” emerged.
One gloomy “hump day,” I went to school and met with Winifred as usual. It was during recess where I felt something was amiss. We travelled to the antique girls’ washroom together. That was the moment when the torture began. She forcefully yanked my shoe off of my foot, laughing and smiling evilly just like the Grinch who stole recess. It felt horrible seeing my shoes being flushed, like a passenger onboard a plane that had crashed into the middle of the ocean, but now floating on the waters alone desperate for help. That was exactly how I felt, …show more content…
While I was thinking about my future, an episode of iCarly came on the TV. Coincidentally, she was being bullied as well. I sprang to the TV shouting, “Carly, Carly, Carly! Please tell me the answer!” Unlike me, Carly took immediate action by notifying a teacher about the situation. Carly inspired me to take action about my situation, too. It was time to put up a smoke signal and get some real help. I was thankful that the teacher I reported to was understanding and was able to solve the problem immediately. He called a meeting between both of our parents with the principal and an immediate order was given to us so that we would both go to different classroom for the rest of my time in elementary. I felt so relieved that the situation had come to an end, that I could finally leave that miserable island.
Although this was one hectic journey, I was glad to be rid of it, not because I wanted to feel what fate had in store for me, but instead to experience what it's like to encounter a life or death situation and ending up living through it. Being oblivious and naive may be fun while you’re young, but others may view it as a “weak spot.” As a result, I learned when to stand up for
The moment I stepped into school, I could feel the Monday blues seeping into my bones. I was already longing for the weekend to come. At that time, I was only in grade five, and believed that school was a place of excitement, fun, and also safety. I never anticipated the miserable side of it. Nevertheless, I continued to drag myself into my classroom, which was located at the end of a long, narrow and foreboding hall. At first, there was nothing surprising, just normal routines, such as hanging up my bag and coat and …show more content…
Since I had met Winifred, there was nothing I wanted to do more than to talk and play with her during recess and lunch. However, because she knew that she was my only friend, she began to take advantage of my vulnerability. The feeling of “soul sisters” became distant, and instead, the feeling of “frenemies” emerged.
One gloomy “hump day,” I went to school and met with Winifred as usual. It was during recess where I felt something was amiss. We travelled to the antique girls’ washroom together. That was the moment when the torture began. She forcefully yanked my shoe off of my foot, laughing and smiling evilly just like the Grinch who stole recess. It felt horrible seeing my shoes being flushed, like a passenger onboard a plane that had crashed into the middle of the ocean, but now floating on the waters alone desperate for help. That was exactly how I felt, …show more content…
While I was thinking about my future, an episode of iCarly came on the TV. Coincidentally, she was being bullied as well. I sprang to the TV shouting, “Carly, Carly, Carly! Please tell me the answer!” Unlike me, Carly took immediate action by notifying a teacher about the situation. Carly inspired me to take action about my situation, too. It was time to put up a smoke signal and get some real help. I was thankful that the teacher I reported to was understanding and was able to solve the problem immediately. He called a meeting between both of our parents with the principal and an immediate order was given to us so that we would both go to different classroom for the rest of my time in elementary. I felt so relieved that the situation had come to an end, that I could finally leave that miserable island.
Although this was one hectic journey, I was glad to be rid of it, not because I wanted to feel what fate had in store for me, but instead to experience what it's like to encounter a life or death situation and ending up living through it. Being oblivious and naive may be fun while you’re young, but others may view it as a “weak spot.” As a result, I learned when to stand up for