Personal Narrative Essay-It's Never Over

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It’s Never Over “On April 20, 1999, Dylan Harris and Eric Klebold walked into Columbine High School armed with guns and explosives, killing twelve students and one teacher before taking their own lives. The motive behind their murderous and suicidal rampage indicated revenge for apparent mistreatment by other students” (“Criminal Defense”). This is just one of many stories of kids going nuts just because someone bullied them. It’s so sad knowing anyone can bring anything to school without being detected and others students won’t be safe. Not all schools are like this of course. In 6th grade I believe it was Jefferson Middle school, they had the kids go through medal detectors and searched their stuff before we even stepped in the school. My …show more content…
Let’s not forget about Cyber bully neither. It can follow wherever they go. Cell phone, laptop, tablet, etc. and on any social media app like Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, etc. but at the same time some people don’t know how to handle it. Like put their phone down or close their laptop. Others take it too seriously. They feel like they can’t make it stop but they can. The reason people don’t shut it down is because they want to know what people are saying. So it makes them break down, feel useless, like they don’t belong, embarrassed for what other people are posting about the victim. Certain people and/or groups are certain targets like: gays, trans, people with disabilities, socially isolated groups, people who look weak, people who look different as of weight, clothing, or maybe just different style, lastly suffers from depression. Their differences, acts of bullying involving race, disabilities, or other specified criteria may be prosecuted as a hate crime in Oklahoma (“Criminal Defense”). Although people can bring up their first amendments rights, there is a huge difference between putting your opinion out there and just being plain rude. Why would we treat others like this? Well it makes the bully feel great about themselves and/or this is how people treat them or maybe how they were raised like

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