Reflection About Bullying

The bullying started late in second grade and continued, at varying degrees of severity, until my sophomore year of High School. I started musical theatre in third grade and continued for two years before I felt I was forced to stop. I only started back up my Sophomore year of High School and I have not stopped since. These two things seem random, as if there is no correlation, however, the connection between them is strong. In Kindergarten and First Grade I considered everyone in my class a friend, as most five and six year olds do. I was involved in soccer and baseball, I loved Mathematics and Science, and played all sorts of games with friends in the field during recess. This was not meant to last though, and nearing the end of Second Grade I noticed my pool of friends, or lack thereof, had gone from a plethora to a dearth. Around the same time, people whom I had once called “friend” had begun to put me down by, such as in the sports I participated in, telling me how awful I was. This group of kids was the minority, most

Because of this the bullying subsided. It did not end because I still did sports and was not good compared to a majority of the team, but it became less overarching. The few who still did actively bully me had stopped their prior tactics of; calling me names, not being inclusive with me, and convincing others to ignore me; and resorted to physical harm. Throughout Middle School, the bullying was limited to sports and was almost purely verbal. The physical bullying of the previous year curtailed by “Sixth Grade Graduation,” an arduous ceremony at my Elementary school that has no meaning whatsoever. I suffered through it and by Freshman year it was limited to a few exceptions and not to whole activities, yet those select few were sinister and dreadfully talented at making me feel