Fast forward to a somber night in my family room as I sat with my parents and they informed me that I would be returning to a public school for high school with all of the students that bullied me. They informed me that everyone had matured and I would be fine. Fine does not mean great, it does not mean perfect, and it does not mean okay. I had nightmares leading up to my first day of high school, I thought out every single possible reaction I would have from the students that knew I had left Bryan Middle School. Sure enough, my first day of high school was full of the question “why” and “who.” These were questions I have been preparing to answer for 2 years. However, nothing can prepare you for the rush of feelings coming back. Throughout …show more content…
I forgave every single person that ever made me feel as if I was not enough, I no longer held a grudge and letting go of all that hate was the biggest part of my recovery. There are multiple types of recovery, some from physical injuries, some addictions, and in my case, recovery from sadness. I did not have guidance, I did not get help, instead I continued to be observant, I read articles on happiness, watched movies, and made …show more content…
It has been almost one year since my surgery, and I am recovered. I wore my hair up for prom, and I felt beautiful. I now can wear my hair up without worrying about being stared at. I owe it to my parents. I owe them for saving my life. If I would not of switched middle schools, I would not of been okay. Love is very important and when love is shown, life becomes better. My parents have shown me more love than I will ever be able to offer. August 13th, 2017 12:00 pm was the day and time of my full recovery. The day I felt happiness again, and the day I finally accepted my past. This day was move in day for the University of Nebraska. I am able to share my stories with other and give hope to those in need. Being bullied was not fair, however it made me a happier person. That is very contradicting, there is nothing bright about being a victim. However the light is seen once recovery is reached. I am now very positive and bubbly. People who meet me can never believe that something so awful happened to
Becoming the person I am today wasn't easy especially because I was never like this, I was usually that kid who sat by themselves would not socialize and avoid everyone. Because from elementary school all the way till 8th grade I was bullied by people who just wanted to bother me for the heck of it. I can’t explain that inner feeling from inside when you hear people say horrible stuff to you. To me this famous quote “stick and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”, was a lie and it did hurt. One spring evening after a difficult day of school in elementary school, I was chased home by a group of kids that have been pushing me around, name calling, taking my stuff and humiliated me from the past months. I never grew the strength to stand up to those people because I was afraid of them hitting me afraid if they will spread rumors. Thank god when I graduated 5th grade I thought finally i will leave and never see those idiots ever in my life sadly when I entered middle school some of those kids entered the same school I was in and it kept on the harassment the name call...
“Zachary’s attentiveness to Sunny had begun with no warning”(Joyce Carol Oates, 572), attentiveness without warning? What a mystery! So put on your detective hat and buckle up your shoes! Two unlikely candidates that knew of each other all their lives and were given numerous opportunities to connect, yet it is not until the second half of their senior year that Zachary dare breathe a word. If that is not the synopsis of a story written by John Green, I am unaware of what is. Why has Zachary chosen now to show an interest? Joyce Carol Oates groundbreaking short story of the 20th century “Life after High School” presents us with the mystifying themes of our search for penance,
8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this. A school where every body knows everyone’s name, respects everyone, and where violence and fighting are about as common as the Yankees missing the playoffs. When I’m done with my homework and go to bed, as the days of 8th grade wind down, summer will come and go, and I will find myself in one of those giant, scary places called high school.
Something that I have learned after overcoming this battle is that life is very unpredictable and it is up to the individual to rise above and choose the right path. This excerpt from the poem “Recovery” by Maya Angelou has given me encouragement and inspiration to move on with my life and become the best person that I can be: “A last love, proper in conclusion, should snip the wings forbidding further flight. But I now reft of that confusion, am lifted up and speeding towards the light.” I live by these words everyday because they motivate me to succeed and overcome the impossible.
My senior year stands out among the rest. Coming into my senior year of high school, I hoped that I would have a nice, quiet, enjoyable, and memorable year. However, it ended up being the worst year ofmy four years in high school. Within the stretch of a week and a half, there were four bomb threats made at our school. On the days of each threat there was a note found in the girls' lavatory.
My first day of school was better than I thought. I left out the front door and took a deep breath and smelled the fresh air. Shortly after that I got on the bus and sat all the way in the front. I was a shy individual at times but somehow some way I had to overcome that fear. The first week was the hardest challenge, because my classes all acknowledged me as the new student. However, it only took two weeks for me to get used to how everything was. I started off with only three friends, and that ended up being my friends of today. I knew that I couldn’t be the same guy I was in Detroit. My personality will never change but my ways had to change for the better. I didn’t want to hang around any bad influences or people that pressured me a
I really been focusing on how to let anger go and this is how I did, I weight lifted and then I sang, I played my saxophone and clarinet, I let a friend help me. I am a strong independent person that refuses to take any harsh comments or bad looks from anyone. I will stand up for what I believe in. This is where I am at in my life. This is my story,.
Through these fun and challenging times each one of us has built strong relationships. Whether it was with friends or a teacher, we have developed connections and memories that will be with us forever, even if we lose contact with those individuals. Some students have discovered they have a passion for writing through a creative writing class or want to have a career in business from taking Mr. Ide’s inspirational marketing classes. Others have participated in CLIP or summer school to catch up and make it possible for them to be here today. I went to Heights Elementary and have spent the last 12 years with the same group of people. Attending school with the people I’ve known since elementary and middle school, and making homecoming posters with them for four years in a row, has given me a chance to get to know the people around me better than I ever thought I would.
Remaining a constant victim to bullying for 11 years significantly affected how I viewed myself and others around me. To most I wasn’t worth giving more than a single glance. I had a gap between my two front teeth, which was a primary target of ridicule. My clothes were “nice”, but they weren’t by the designer label everyone else was wearing. Not only did I dress and look ugly, I was also a black girl- a lighter skinned
I was so self-conscious and honestly never thought much of myself; all I knew were the negatives. But I was always nice to everyone though, that was an important thing to me. I believed that if I was nice eventually they would stop with the bullying; this is something I would always say to myself to keep my hopes up. I was surprised though when I began high school; it felt as if everyone had totally forgot about how they would pick on me, it took all this for me to finally realize that I shouldn’t have let that happen to me. It was Friday, December 21, 2012 that I was lying in my room going through my thoughts that I finally asked myself why I don’t feel confident. It was the day I realized that I’m gorgeous, intelligent, and wise and that I shouldn’t think any less and if that anybody had anything to say otherwise I wouldn’t care. It took me all those years of bullying to finally feel genuinely happy, and secure with who I am now and to finally rip that mask off and embrace me. I thank my bullies actually because without them Chisom Stella Okafor wouldn’t be like
One feels bad when mistreated for no good reason in a school environment which is meant to be a learning institution. Depression is increased as mistreatment continues to be harsh and this greatly affects the performance of the victim. Some will have altered feeding and sleeping cycles. According to NICHD research “Those who bully others, those who are bullied, and those who bully and are bullied—are at increased risk for depression.” This proves that a victim or even the bully is at a great risk of being depressed. (“How Does Bullying Affect Health & Well-being?”). I vividly remember coming home from school almost every single day feeling depressed. I would not be able to anything all day other than cry and feel lonely. Everyday I went to school it become worse for me. I thought that high school would be a new start and I would do just fine but I was wrong. The students always wanted to start drama to look “cool” and with my luck they would always pick on me. I was again, called mean names but it didn 't stop there. Everyday I experienced something new I would be pushed around during lunch lines and I would always get dirty looks and when I walked to my class I would get called a “terrorist” just because of my religion. I started feeling sad and depressed and everyday it got worse. I started