School. I dread school. You'd think that I would be used to it by now, but no. I still hate having to get up early in the morning to get ready for school. I still hate having to go to bed early because of school. I hate homework, I hate assignments, and I hate being told what I can and can't do every second of the day.
But most of all, I hate the bullies. If bullies didn't exist, then school would be much more enjoyable. But no.
Thousands of kids get bullied all the time, but that didn't take away the pain. Neither did it make the wounds they left heal. Yet people think it's FUNNY. Maybe that's the reason they watch fights at lunch time, and film them and laugh about them. How could they? What's so funny about people being physically and vebally abused by their peers? What's so funny about people not defending themselves because their afraid they will get suspended? And the ones that do fight back, being looked upon as having 'mental illnesses'?
You know what, it's better to defend yourself than to let them bash you until your nearly unconscious.
That's a lesson I wish I learned in primary school.
Nearly everyone hated me in primary school. on the first day of coming to a new school because I was threatened to be hit with a bat by bullies at my old school I met some worser ones.
They bullied me until I ran out of the classroom crying, but it didn't stop there.
This bullying went on more. I was bullied at recess and lunch, and when I tried to get the bullies to go away, I would get in trouble off teachers. I was also sometimes bullied it class as well, but the teacher didn't care. The only people who cared were my friends and parents; yet even they couldn't do anything about it but get me to a pschycologist when it went too far. By too far I mean that I came home crying because of being bullied nearly every day. Sometimes when the bullying got really bad I would have panic attacks the day after.
They said and did some pretty harsh things to me, one time they even threw rocks at me for the fun of it.
But I'd always been afraid of getting in major trouble with the school authorities, so I just let it persist.
I was so afraid that when a particularly 'tough' bully attempted to bash me, I didn't fight back. She pulled my hair slammed my head on the ground, punched me, and of course her friend joined in with it too.
But then I was sick of it. I pushed her off me, and ran away to the girls bathrooms. Her friend ran away, and I didn't hear about her getting any punishment.
When I pushed the girl off, it was just self defense, but I got suspended for the same amount of time as her for it. Luckily, it was nearly the end of the last term in year six, so my parents didn't make me go back.
The deputy principal (a major cow) said that I had autism, but the psychologist said I didn't. Who's the professional here?
Anyway, after that 'episode' people didn't bully me as much in high school, although I still had a few people still bugging me. But now, a couple of years after the fight, and not too long after I started high school, (there's no middle school in Australia) not many people bully me at all. Most of them had just given up, and I spoke no more of it.
But I still remember how painful the whole thing was.
/Do you know now how much pain a bullying victim goes through? Are you still going to watch and laugh at those school fights?
Because this is a true story./
And if you're getting bullied now, then just know that you don't have to face this alone.
Tell somebody about it, please.
