Tears At School

third grade

We had moved so I had to switch schools. Throughout my life I moved a lot...

I had begun school at Washington elementary. This bullying has traumatized me to this day, in a way.

People would push me, call me cruel names (even for kids), trip me a-lot, and make fun of me cause of how I'd dress, even threaten me.

Teachers even bullied me, and treated me differently to the point that it affected my education, including self-esteem. Students would throw stuff at me (paper balls, pencils, etc). Call me stupid if I got an question wrong. The people that sat by me would whisper cruel stuff to me.

No-one really included me in anything the school did... I sat alone at lunch...I was always alone...I had absolutely no friends, only one person I barely saw, she was in a different class, I would sometimes see her at recess but that was it.

        Girl scouts

My grandma did have this girl scouts thing she did. My grandma was very into school things and even helped special needs kids, such as; the blind and deaf. Was even a tutor for them and that runs in my family actually.

My grandpa was also a deaf interpreter for his church. Considering my great grandma was deaf and that runs in my family to be deaf or blind.

The girl scouts thing was fun but the rude people ruined it from what I remember. I barely was friends with anyone and it was quite awkward going. Eventually later on I got kicked twice out for not showing up for anything. I really wish I would have appreciated more being involved with girls scouts, looking back. I have a lot of memories from that and learned a lot. I recommend for kids to be involved with that, they teach good life skills and you learn a lot.

School

The only person that was nice to me at Washington elementary (wish I could remember her name) was the snack lady. At that school during snack time I faintly remember this lady would come in with a cart full of snacks and then would sit by me and pretty much stand up for me, the art teacher also was very nice to me. He would always give me coloring book pages and stand up for me if people were mean.

Recess

Recess had been the worst part of my day. The reason is because this lady that would watch us (I think it was the gym teacher) forced everyone to do something athletic. When I'd attempt to hide she would make me go back to the play area.

One time... I almost got jumped...

These group of girls were gaining up on me calling me names, pushing me till I was cornerd up against the fence that surrounded the playground. They even began hitting me with the jump ropes until the gym teacher stopped them. They got sent to principle office. Much more happened at recess that I don't wanna talk about, nor remember...Im sorry my perfectly flawed freaks...

Now time for talking about the bus...

I rode the bus home and that part of the day I always dreaded... Once I got on the bus no-one would let me sit with them so I'd crouch down in this empty spot where a bus seat is supposed to be (I don't know why there wasn't a bus seat there). When I'd crouch there I'd block out the world and think or do my homework. People didn't know I was there anc if they did they would make fun of me...

One day the bus driver found out I was hiding there and forced me to sit at this empty seat by these ghetto people. I hate using the term ghetto, but that's what they were. They sat up on their seat and where yelling stuff at me about how I dressed, call me names, etc... I tried ignoring them...but, I finnaly snapped and started yelling stuff back

(you shouldn't do that, my advice to keep ignoring them no matter what or how hard it is, take deep breathes when you feel you're about to snap. Act like they aren't there. They want you're reaction. It won't stop them right away but over-time, they will get bored)

They then started making fun of my family saying " Your family are a bunch of circus freaks! I bet your family eats dirt!"
my stupid response was; "Your family eats dirt!"
The bus driver then moved me to the front and gave me a bus referal. I cried then went to stone. What I mean by that is I just couldn't feel or react I was frozen. I never got in trouble before... I was worried about going home and getting in trouble there... I sat there looking out the window till I got to my bus stop.

I came home and my mom called the school pissed. My parents Influenced me a lot with music and style, my parents also  understood because they were bullied their whole lives also. I feel blessed and lucky to have understanding parents because I know so many who don't.

The school claimed it was my fault for my bullying because of how I dressed, that pretty much sums up what they said.

After that, the bus driver would make sure I sat at an actual seat which made things worse. People would spit their chewed up gum at me on my face. After a while of them doing that one day i snapped and blacked out going off. All they did was laugh...They would throw inanimate objects at me. Trip me when I entered and got off the school bus.

For elementary schoolers to this day I can't comprehend how cruel they were.

What's crazy is the school , to my knowledge, got worse. A friends sister went there and got treated similarly and yeah.

During the summer, Thank the lord a new school came to be, called imagine elementary. It was a charter school that has strict rules and had uniforms. My parents moved me to the new school during the summer.