As a child I’ve always felt like an outcast because of the way I looked and behaved. No matter what I did I would receive dirty looks and hear people whisper nasty comments about me. I tried hard to blend in to try to feel and be accepted at my school, but no matter where I went people acted the same. There was a time when I had a new friend turn on me, I was followed home, and I was crowded around. In 5th grade, at Tobias elementary school, I always tried to befriend most of the new people because I knew how they felt when I was new. We were in the middle of the school year and a new girl walks in our class. She was showed to the empty seat in the back of the classroom, behind me. I noticed people looking at her but not saying anything and that 's when I decided to introduce myself and ask her some questions. I asked her what school she went to before coming to Tobias, she said “I used to go to Hazeldale elementary, but I had to go here because I had to move in with my stepmom.” I explained to her how I realize how she feels because I was new to the school about a year ago. I told her she can come sit with me and my friend at lunch and play with us during recess. From there on, we became good friends for a bit. Later on in the school year, the new girl became more comfortable and confident. She had made new friends with the popular rich girls who hated me. As soon as she started hanging out with them, she turned on me. I had no idea what I did to push her away from me or why she chose to be like the popular girls. A couple of weeks after that new friendship between the new girl and popular girls is when she had different feelings about me, specifically negative feelings. I asked if I could play wall ball with her, but she said ... ... middle of paper ... ...needed to leave or an actual fight will happen and would most likely get my first referral. The girl pursued to talk and I didn’t listen at all. I finally decided to push my way through the girl and someone else I did not know. As I walk down the hall to the door she yells “pussy!” and the group of people who were standing around me was laughing. I slammed the door open and rushed home. That was the last straw, both my mom and I were done with this girl. I never understood why people would choose me as their victim. These type of situations happen to lots of people around the world based on their gender, size, looks, skin color, voice, and many other things. Being treated in poorly can result in people doing bad things to others or even themselves. The whole world needs to crack down on these type of situations that are happening, especially towards kids at school.
I am Monise Ghandchi. I am a 17-Year-Old persian girl who holds many personalities. I am energetic, athletic, generous, loud, quiet, innocent, guilty, and etc. However, the youths i grew up with narrowed my presence down to one thought. A single story. Although i’ve wondered, I never actually knew why people at my school wouldn 't interact with me since I’ve always been extremely friendly and generous towards anyone who got to know me. Then again, not many people tried to get to know me. I remember trying so hard to make friends that i have even straight up asked other kids if i could be their best friend. All they would do is give me an odd look and brush it off, ignore me, or shout at me until i went away. Needless to say, my strategies of not
In a modern day high school, I am considered to be an outcast, similar to how Tituba was an outcast in the town of Salem, due to her being a slave, The typical girl in today’s world is a simple pretty girl with the most expensive name-brand clothes, and often listening to boy bands. I, on the other hand, do not look anything like these girls in outward appearance, clothing style, or music taste.Personally, I feel like I am more alternative than the high school stereotype, and my music taste shows that more than anything. Although I may dress scary from time to time, and listen to loud music, I am a very quiet person, which makes it extremely difficult to make friends and avoid being an
There was a time in my life when I too felt like an outsider. During this time, my group of friends did not like any of the things that I did. When I would bring up the things that I could relate to, they would laugh. I felt horrible. I felt horrible because they were not
It all started the first week of grade 10. I was walking to math class and i met up with a few of my lunch crew friends. I noticed my friend Ashlea talking to Erin Berring. Erin was an attractive, smart and fashonable girl. I always had a thing for smarties. In school she had straight A's, and was also the leader of the female wrestling team. I felt a little up on myself that day for some reason. I figured there was no better time then the present to chat it up a little. The conversation went quite well, which was different from what I expected. She even asked for my number so we could continue our talk later that night. "Why would she be interested in me?," I said to myself. After all, she seemed way out of my league.
Some children, unfortunately, occupy the role of victim repeatedly which might suggest that some children may have personality traits or other characteristics that make them more prone to victimization over others. Victims tend to be smaller in size; look younger than they really are and act less mature compared to their peers. They might also have an unusual physical feature such as a large beauty mark. They also have low self-esteem and low self- confidence. They tend to blame the fact that they are being bullied on themselves so this makes them a convenient target. On a highly confident child, the bullying might not make a mark and the bully will look silly (Warren, 2011).
I know what it’s like to feel rejected by peers. When I was a child I was very shy and not much of a sociable person. Many people would bully me and too this day I’m still a little terrified by people. I have a hard time trusting others and coming out of my shell. However, when I do I make some amazing friends. What helped me get over some of the torment I faced from elementary through high school were my parents and my religion. My mom always reminded me that I had individual worth and that anyone who didn’t see that was missing out. Constant years of this reminder allowed me to accept my past and move on. By moving on I was able to start making friends this year.
I really dislike stories like Hans Christian Anderson's The Ugly Duckling. Not all ugly ducklings turn into swans. Some of us turn into ugly ducks. We need to learn to accept it, and to find that being an ugly duck isn't really necessarily all that bad, because going with the flock isn't always the best or most satisfying way to go, even if it does seem like the easiest. I was never one who "fit in" with my peers. From the day I began school at the age of five, it was obvious that I was somehow different from the rest of them. Since I was hyperactive, kind of shy, and too intellectual to be popular, I rarely had many friends, and at times found myself a subject of ridicule, mocking, and outright abuse. My first ploy, which lasted for a number of years, was to attempt to conform. This was very muc...
I started wearing what I wanted and not just what was popular. I didn’t have close connections with my friends at the time either. Most of them gossiped all the time, and that’s just not me. I had been stuck in my shell for way too long in fears of being an outcast. The first day of trying to come out of my shell I was made fun of, but I didn’t care near as much as I thought I would. These people are making jokes about me but don’t have any clue who I am, what I’ve been through, or what my future holds. So why even give them the time of day? I kept on wearing what I wanted and actually made life-long friends who were into the same things as I was. It does not matter what you wear or how you look honestly. The only thing that should matter is what’s inside of you, and you shouldn’t be discouraged to express that in fears of someone not liking you. “Those who matter don’t mind, those that mind don’t matter” (Theodore Suess Geisel.)
I stood in line with my fifth grade class, waiting for my turn to use the restroom. In the line next to me stood O’Nesha, a girl who has been mean to me since the very first time we met in second grade. I noticed her staring at me.
Adolescence is about growing up and not standing out. When you stand out, you give people more room to judge you because they see more of who you really are. When we grew up, we never really thought about being in the ‘in-crowd’ because we were all friends. When I moved up here from Mississippi, people were so fascinated with my accent and everyone loved to talk to me, but when I lost the accent, everyone stopped recognizing me. That is how today’s society is, people like you because you are probably smart or talented and that makes you stand out, but when they are done using you, they throw you away like you are some piece of garbage. If you are a little different from what today’s picture of a perfect person is, then people will never recognize and if they do, they only recognize you for a second.
During my senior year in high school, I met so many interested people. They are totally different from each others’. Some are really easy to get along with, but some are not. Out of those interested people I have met, there was someone special who I got alone very well with, the girl’s named, Wa He Dar whom later became my best friend. We weren’t a classmate or anything, but we met everyday in a cafeteria since we had the same lunch’s time. She was a new student back then. When I first met her, I made an exception about her as a weird lady because she talked a lot. Even though she was a new students, she talked to everyone as she have known them for forever. Also, She
There was a girl that didn’t speak, didn’t care, she didn’t even seem to feel… anything. I was curious as to why, I tend to be too curious for my own good sometimes. I tried to interact with her, and I tried getting to know her but she had nothing to do with it and I just wanted to know why. We began to talk and get closer and I was compelled to learn more she had such an interesting character, and I had never met anyone like her. We skipped class and we’d talk for the entire hour and I started to learn more and more. As time went on, I found out we had something in common, we both liked girls. Time passed and we remained friends and I continued to find out her secrets one by one and we fell in love. I knew of her lack of social skills so I waited but eventually she met my parents, and she came off as rude and disrespectful and my parents wanted me to have nothing to do with her. My parents didn’t like her, so we began to sneak around and the adrenaline of it all kept things interesting. However as I learned more and more about her I realized her darkest secrets had made her suicidal. I was the only person that knew of these secrets so I tried my hardest to
I Spent so much time worried about the social standards my peers set i never had the time to even really find what i enjoy. i lost out on hobbies, opportunities, and a lot of fun because i thought it would be looked down upon. Then one day a new girl came to my school. she looked, spoke, and acted ...
During these past few years, I have felt like I am a violation of society because of who I am. Because of my skin color, my hair, the way I dress and talk. Society tells us to be ourselves and to be unique, but the pressure of fitting into the cookie cutter norm is overbearing. It is the ideal that everyone needs to fit into this mold that consists of the standards of society when we are all different people. When I act like myself, society tells me I’m violating the norm. When I’m following the norm, they tell me I’m plain, but at least it’s better than being yourself.
What did I do? Did I say something that made her mad? I got home and went straight to my room and told my mom that I wasn 't hungry, later that night I tried to fall asleep but my mind was going haywire. We 'd been friends for almost five years and she just wanted to stop being friends for no reason? Something had to have happened. The next day I walked right up to her and asked, "What 's wrong, what did I do for you to stop being my friend?", and she replied with, "I heard you was talking about me." When I heard that I saw red, I would never talk about my best friend to anyone, but what really confused me was that she was my only friend so who could I have said that too? She turned her back to me and ended the conversation, that really hurt but I left, but not without telling her, " You 're my best friend, I could never do that to you. But if you 're willing to believe that maybe this friendship wasn 't meant to be." If she was a real friend she would 've known that I 'd never have done that. I saw her across the hall later that day and she walked pass without glancing my way. She was hanging out with the well-known girls that didn 't like me, I then realized she had stopped being my friend for those girls. From that day on I pick and choose who to start hanging out with because not everyone can be a real and true friend. That 's why I have trust issues, because I told her everything and trusted her and she threw away our friendship like it was trash, when it was supposed to be cherished. I treated her as if she was my sister, but some people have little feelings and that there are people like me that will try their best to be a best friend, who wants a friend that 'll stand by me as I equally stand by them that anyone could wish