Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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There were always a few bullies that seemed to target me the most. As if they thought, "How do we torment her today? What can we do that will make her cry?"

In my first elementary school, it was a boy named Steven S. He was a ratlike boy, always pushing me into things and finding ways to upset me. Nothing worked, no matter how hard I tried, to get him to stop. There were others of both genders who took pleasure in making me upset, but he was the worst.

My second elementary school was a little better; I actually made some friends, which kept me mostly off the radar. I don't have anyone in specific from there.

Same with high school. Most of the years I spent there were spent hidden in the library, especially since boys in particular took special pleasure in both verbally and psychically abusing me. It never stopped, although I remember the day the physical attacks stopped. I was slammed into the wall by a bunch of older boys, and they wouldn't let me up, no matter what. I lost it, and I kicked out and slammed my foot into the crotch of the nearest one. Once I was free, I ran. But after that. only words were flung at me.

To this day I still have to put up with strangers yelling comments at me. I used to always ask myself, "Why is it always me?" I tried to blend in, conform, be like them, but it was like they sensed a rat amidst their sea of perfect field mice, and on me they leapt. I've given up asking why - it doesn't matter. What matters more is how I am now, and what I do now.

I'd love to say that those years in school under torment were a good personality-building, strengthening period of my life that shaped my character into something wonderful. I wish I could. But I won't. Those years were hard, the worst of my life. I'll never understand why children do that do one another, and all I learned from that is that no one will help you, not even those who should, like teachers and principals. They don't want to get their hands dirty with your problems. It's only when you actually decide and do things for yourself that things change. And even then, there's still much work to be done.

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

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There were always a few bullies that seemed to target me the most. As if they thought, "How do we torment her today? What can we do that will make her cry?"

In my first elementary school, it was a boy named Steven S. He was a ratlike boy, always pushing me into things and finding ways to upset me. Nothing worked, no matter how hard I tried, to get him to stop. There were others of both genders who took pleasure in making me upset, but he was the worst.

My second elementary school was a little better; I actually made some friends, which kept me mostly off the radar. I don't have anyone in specific from there.

Same with high school. Most of the years I spent there were spent hidden in the library, especially since boys in particular took special pleasure in both verbally and psychically abusing me. It never stopped, although I remember the day the physical attacks stopped. I was slammed into the wall by a bunch of older boys, and they wouldn't let me up, no matter what. I lost it, and I kicked out and slammed my foot into the crotch of the nearest one. Once I was free, I ran. But after that. only words were flung at me.

To this day I still have to put up with strangers yelling comments at me. I used to always ask myself, "Why is it always me?" I tried to blend in, conform, be like them, but it was like they sensed a rat amidst their sea of perfect field mice, and on me they leapt. I've given up asking why - it doesn't matter. What matters more is how I am now, and what I do now.

I'd love to say that those years in school under torment were a good personality-building, strengthening period of my life that shaped my character into something wonderful. I wish I could. But I won't. Those years were hard, the worst of my life. I'll never understand why children do that do one another, and all I learned from that is that no one will help you, not even those who should, like teachers and principals. They don't want to get their hands dirty with your problems. It's only when you actually decide and do things for yourself that things change. And even then, there's still much work to be done.