Where it all began How can people be so young, yet so cruel? I was only in the seventh grade at Linglestown Middle School when I first experienced bullying. I was called names such as ugly, fat, worthless, and much harsher things. I still haven’t quite wrapped my head over the fact I was a 12 year old who hated everything about myself just because of some kids. I tried seeing the guidance counselor because I would cry every day in class, she basically told me she couldn’t do anything to help. I started seeing a psychologist, and was diagnosed with depression. Of course this freaked me out, therefor I switched schools immediately.
A new beginning: or so I thought In the middle of my seventh grade year I transferred to a school called Saint Margaret Mary’s in need of a new start. I was naïve and would befriend anyone who was willing to talk to me. The rest of that year went better than expected. I made so many new friends and everyone loved me including the teachers. I never would have thought that any of that would happen to me. But of course, it was too good to be true. Eighth grade year quickly spiraled downhill. All the name-calling came back, and I found myself more depressed than I was in seventh grade. I just wasn’t good enough, I felt so alone. …show more content…
Instead of going to McDevitt like the rest of my class, I decided to switch schools yet again. I thought I needed to start over again. I decided to go to Dauphin County Technical School for Cosmetology. High school was way different then middle school, I was top in my class and found myself on the more popular side. I wasn’t used to any of it. People actually liked me here. I finally found where I belonged. That is, until people started calling me names again. It seemed as if everywhere I went, I couldn’t catch a break. Why did everyone seem to hate me? What was I doing
A new beginning: or so I thought In the middle of my seventh grade year I transferred to a school called Saint Margaret Mary’s in need of a new start. I was naïve and would befriend anyone who was willing to talk to me. The rest of that year went better than expected. I made so many new friends and everyone loved me including the teachers. I never would have thought that any of that would happen to me. But of course, it was too good to be true. Eighth grade year quickly spiraled downhill. All the name-calling came back, and I found myself more depressed than I was in seventh grade. I just wasn’t good enough, I felt so alone. …show more content…
Instead of going to McDevitt like the rest of my class, I decided to switch schools yet again. I thought I needed to start over again. I decided to go to Dauphin County Technical School for Cosmetology. High school was way different then middle school, I was top in my class and found myself on the more popular side. I wasn’t used to any of it. People actually liked me here. I finally found where I belonged. That is, until people started calling me names again. It seemed as if everywhere I went, I couldn’t catch a break. Why did everyone seem to hate me? What was I doing