As a child, I was a bully. I arrived in the United States when I was four years old, and it was difficult for me to make friend. The ones I had lived far away... try 4,500 miles. Hardly understanding the language didn’t help, and I was often teased because of it. I have been a social outcast since my coming, until the irony of the fourth grade. During that year, my best friend Jacob -- my only friend -- had moved away, and as a result I became depressed. During that time, my parents couldn’t understand my troubles. The ways of thinking that we had been taught in Poland were invalid here.
Jacob was the only person I could count on in school. Everyone else could have cared less about me. After he moved, I was filled with a sense of loss and
Jacob was the only person I could count on in school. Everyone else could have cared less about me. After he moved, I was filled with a sense of loss and