I, KeeAndre’ Johnson am a 17 year old boy in Atlanta, Georgia, and I go to Wastlake high school. My life has been real hard, i've always struggled with being bullied. My dad passed away in the 1st grade I didn't think of it so much then, but as I grow up and mature I start to realize how much of a loss he was to me and my mom. We've struggled financially since my fathers passing, but my mom and I are staying strong through the hardest times.
Stage 1 I'm about a week into the school year and I'm really electrified for this school year, although I'm a bit scarce. I have wonderful teachers, but the one that stands out most, and my favorite, is Mr. Bardoni. He really stood up for me my first day this year at Westlake. As I was at my locker, I sensed a group of four maybe a fifth, I didn't want to stare, approach me. I didn't know what to say, so I …show more content…
Just be a dumb nerd like you always have been.”
They all stormed away, moving down the halls like a tornado, pushing everyone in their way to the side causing mayhem. I thought to myself how idiotic they all sounded, “Did any of them have any brain cells?” I thought to myself. As the bullies left a trail of fallen books and binders, I noticed a guy on his knees, picking up his belongings but as I looked at him he seem sad. I decided to go and try and help him but then I noticed the bullies pacing back.
I tried to play it off, so I just walked backwards and turned and walked to class. I turned my head over my shoulder to see if they had still been walking, but they had stopped at another kid, so I waited it out around the corner. I walked back because I didn't want to be in their way. Anytime they see me they just pick on me for no reason. It really hurts. So I thought of how that guy might feel. He seemed sad, so I got over it and walked back over. I never got help, I still rarely do, so if I can potentially help out someone then why wouldn't I.
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Stage 1 I'm about a week into the school year and I'm really electrified for this school year, although I'm a bit scarce. I have wonderful teachers, but the one that stands out most, and my favorite, is Mr. Bardoni. He really stood up for me my first day this year at Westlake. As I was at my locker, I sensed a group of four maybe a fifth, I didn't want to stare, approach me. I didn't know what to say, so I …show more content…
Just be a dumb nerd like you always have been.”
They all stormed away, moving down the halls like a tornado, pushing everyone in their way to the side causing mayhem. I thought to myself how idiotic they all sounded, “Did any of them have any brain cells?” I thought to myself. As the bullies left a trail of fallen books and binders, I noticed a guy on his knees, picking up his belongings but as I looked at him he seem sad. I decided to go and try and help him but then I noticed the bullies pacing back.
I tried to play it off, so I just walked backwards and turned and walked to class. I turned my head over my shoulder to see if they had still been walking, but they had stopped at another kid, so I waited it out around the corner. I walked back because I didn't want to be in their way. Anytime they see me they just pick on me for no reason. It really hurts. So I thought of how that guy might feel. He seemed sad, so I got over it and walked back over. I never got help, I still rarely do, so if I can potentially help out someone then why wouldn't I.
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