I woke up early that particular morning of the first day of my sixth-grade school year.
I had gotten close to a full night’s rest that night with 7 hours of sleep. It was a brisk morning when I arrived to the front doors of the school. It had been the first time in two years since I had set foot in a school building. I had had been so anxious to where my anxiety actually converted into excitement and eagerness. I got to my homeroom where I saw new kids that were clean-cut and normal. I sat at the front of the room right next to the teacher’s desk where I had sat my backpack down on the ground beside it. The bell rang and the start of the school year began. I looked to the left of me and I saw a line of kids, boys and girls, who did not truly …show more content…
If you want to hear a true bullied story, go to him. That kid went through hell. Compared to him I went through a Disney World Resort® called middle school. I stuck up for him and tried to reach out to him to know he had a friend with me. I think now about how I would go home and how it would effect everyone in my family, especially my mother, and what his mother and family went through. It must be the most horrid heart destroying act for a mother to send her child to school knowing the horrors he or she will go through. Later down the road I heard Ethan got pulled from the public high school because a group of guys beat him senseless, bashed his head into lockers in the locker room, stripped him naked shoved him in one of the lockers put a hose through the shoot and flooded the space with ice cold water, then swirlied him afterwards. It disgusts me that not only it happened, but they got away with it. I luckily didn’t witness this kind of abuse first hand. It was safe to say I did not get badly bullied in-school per say, it was the bus that was where it was the worst. The bus was the most disgusting, offensive, diabolical part of my school day. Profanity left and right, towards other kids and the bus driver. I constantly got called wonderful words such as fag, faggot, gay, homosexual, bi-sexual, transgender, …show more content…
I would not take back any of the experiences that I had been through. Those years allowed me to develop empathy to have with others and made me realize there is so much hate in this world, and why add to it? I do not hate or spite any of those who have bullied me in the past, I wish the best for them. How could I expect them to be loving and accepting of me if I do not do the same in
I had gotten close to a full night’s rest that night with 7 hours of sleep. It was a brisk morning when I arrived to the front doors of the school. It had been the first time in two years since I had set foot in a school building. I had had been so anxious to where my anxiety actually converted into excitement and eagerness. I got to my homeroom where I saw new kids that were clean-cut and normal. I sat at the front of the room right next to the teacher’s desk where I had sat my backpack down on the ground beside it. The bell rang and the start of the school year began. I looked to the left of me and I saw a line of kids, boys and girls, who did not truly …show more content…
If you want to hear a true bullied story, go to him. That kid went through hell. Compared to him I went through a Disney World Resort® called middle school. I stuck up for him and tried to reach out to him to know he had a friend with me. I think now about how I would go home and how it would effect everyone in my family, especially my mother, and what his mother and family went through. It must be the most horrid heart destroying act for a mother to send her child to school knowing the horrors he or she will go through. Later down the road I heard Ethan got pulled from the public high school because a group of guys beat him senseless, bashed his head into lockers in the locker room, stripped him naked shoved him in one of the lockers put a hose through the shoot and flooded the space with ice cold water, then swirlied him afterwards. It disgusts me that not only it happened, but they got away with it. I luckily didn’t witness this kind of abuse first hand. It was safe to say I did not get badly bullied in-school per say, it was the bus that was where it was the worst. The bus was the most disgusting, offensive, diabolical part of my school day. Profanity left and right, towards other kids and the bus driver. I constantly got called wonderful words such as fag, faggot, gay, homosexual, bi-sexual, transgender, …show more content…
I would not take back any of the experiences that I had been through. Those years allowed me to develop empathy to have with others and made me realize there is so much hate in this world, and why add to it? I do not hate or spite any of those who have bullied me in the past, I wish the best for them. How could I expect them to be loving and accepting of me if I do not do the same in