Washing Away

School

Ah, the place "everyone enjoys going." This place called school brought out the monster in every single person at that place. I had so many bad and good experiences, but nothing will ever topple fifth and sixth grade. It was so terrifying going to school everyday knowing some kid was going to say something about me. I lived in fear of stepping outside, I lived in fear of how I looked, I was fat BECAUSE everyone called me that. This is such a common problem in the school system; instead of taking the proper precautions to try to prevent suicide, they think "calling parents" is going to stop bullying, but hello, heard of social media? Technology is only advancing more and more every single day and the problems and suicide rates are going to get worse! I will never forget those two horrific years walking into that class and sitting down having people call me fat and that I smell. They would always have something negative to say about me and never anything positive. I remember going to my own mom one day because I couldn't take what those kids were telling me anymore! I cried in her arms, I cried on her shoulder, until she wrapped herself around my body and asked "whats wrong?" I told her everything that happened, everything that the kids said, EVERYTHING. She didn't know what struck her when I told her, she was surprised to hear that come out of my mouth. She told me to tell the principal.. totally because that'll stop it. I never told the principal because I knew it would get worse if I did so I kept shut until one day.. I felt my heart race.. I was sick that day and I felt the urge to sneeze and I did and a piece of phlegm was visible from my nose and everyone started laughing which made me wanna cry.. there was one point where I couldn't take it anymore that I asked the teacher to move me from that table and go to another one and she did. Once I got to that other table I felt so relieved because they didn't judge me about how I was and this is when I knew I had to change something about myself. By 7th and 8th grade I was starting to figure myself out and who I was. I started to develop a healthier diet and started working out a lot and I dropped nearly all my weight and was really skinny and no one would say anything to me and I was so happy, but the bullying never stopped, for some reason it would continue and wouldn't stop. My freshman year I was such a shy kid that would sit alone at the lunch tables thinking I was all that because I had facebook friends, but I was just a socially awkward teen. I dressed like a hippy, I talked like I didn't know how to talk english, I wouldn't speak a word until I finally decided to sit with these kids from one of my classes and I started talking with them and started to develop this friendship which felt pretty good because I finally had someone to talk to. What sucks is that the guy that I was close with moved to wisconsin and we lost contact so once again I was lonely except for some side friendships which didn't have much meaning at all. Then I began my sophomore year and I guess you can say I started to find myself, I grew a new type of style, I started talking with people, I found a wonderful girlfriend, and stuff planned out good. Right now I'm a junior and it's going good because it feels good when you know no one will mess with you because you have an intimidating build. I try to strive good in grades and attendence, but it could be difficult because of stress and other thoughts floating in your head, but I try my best and people say that's all that matter, but I beg to differ because in this world you have to live in an utopian society and be so called perfect. Theres one thing about high school: It changes the person you were before you started and after you end, it'll open your eyes to realize how the world really could be so be ready for everything and anything.