Narrative Essay About Bullying

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To say school was tough is somewhat of an understatement. And yet, when I reflect on the whole 12 years I can say that, without a doubt, I really enjoyed school. I think what I liked most was learning. The whole social side of things is what made it tough. I think of where I am now and figure that I am a reasonably well adjusted individual - a little too harsh on myself at times, and a little too cynical but generally a functioning member of society. The focus today on the psychological damage being bullied can do to a person does make me question myself - am I okay?

I can identify three distinct periods of my school where I was bullied. And I don’t mean a few nasty words said on one day. Rather these episodes lasted for months, or years. …show more content…

I can’t remember clearly the day it started but I know that it seemed to just come to be part of my normal functioning. I do remember two students in Year 1 being nasty to be on a constant basis but oddly enough I don’t think of that as one of the bullying episodes of my life. Perhaps in retrospect I have come to understand that kids are nasty and that there is nothing we can really do about that. Anyway, back to the first official memory. Her name was Casey. She was an intimidating figure - even in Year 2. Larger than a number of the students in our class she was confident in her actions. At least, I thought she was confident. Knowing what I do now about the psyche of a bully, she most likely was not confident and came from a harsh family situation. However, one of the earliest memories was during a spelling test. We all know how these run. The teacher says the word, uses it in a sentence and you 're meant to write it down as quickly as you can. This was a struggle for me, since Casey was sitting beside me trying desperately to copy my work and physically restraining my arm because she couldn’t read the answers to the previous words if I was writing the new spelling word. Did I complain to the teacher? No. It wasn’t worth it. Again, in retrospect she obviously struggled with basic literacy and, to save face, used me as her method to fight this. It doesn’t condone the actions, but it has …show more content…

I remember being berated by Mr Lucy one day for forgetting to bring an item that symbolised Australia. I sometimes wonder if this forgetfulness is what clued him in to the fact that something was going on right under his nose. Like most students, I had sick days. And they were genuine, not an attempt to escape my tormentor. On one of the sick days, according to my friends, Mr Lucy asked them what was up with me. I’ll never understand why, because at times they were also in my predicament with Casey, but they decided to tell him everything about what she had been doing to me. To understand my teacher 's actions, you need to understand that I’m pretty sure this was his first year of teaching, he was single and was living in the Rectory (the Priest 's house) right beside the school. As a border. So, for Mr Lucy to appear at my parent’s front door to have a chat wasn’t all that odd exactly. After all, the parent - teacher interview that year involved Mr Lucy coming for dinner. So, it seemed normal to me that if he wanted to chat to my parents, he would come over. They took the conversation outside on the back patio, most likely over a cold drink to discuss the predicament that “little Katie was in.” I do have a clear recollection of Mr Lucy walking down the hallway. That image has stuck in my mind so strongly. Anyway, after speaking to my parents, Mr Lucy spoke to me at home to get my side of the

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