Waking up
in the morning, getting ready to go to a new school, I think about all the
possibilities that could happen, thinking about all the new people I could
meet, all those idea’s popping up in my head that make me wonder what will
happen. I continue to think while I feel my hands shake due to my curious
personality, “what will they think about me?” all these thoughts that I think
of that keep me nervous. Although, since my brother attended this school
before, I would always see him play in his basketball games and meet some of
his friends; I also met someone on his team that was the same grade as me.
On the
first day of school, my brother came with me to show me where my class would be
and he also helped me with my heavy school supplies. And as I walked into the
class I see the person I had met that was on my brother’s basketball team, and
he also remembered me and said “hey!” I was still nervous because I didn’t know
how private schools were like since I came from a public school. I also felt
weird because it was the first time I wore a uniform before, but I didn’t
bother me as much. As I sat in my assigned seat, I sat next to a girl, she
seemed friendly as she greeted me knowing that I was a new student, so I knew
she attended this school before.
As I began
my new life in private school, I knew some of the teachers because they
attended the church that I go to. Also, I was a pretty small person being about
4’10 and I didn’t go through puberty so I had a pretty high voice. I didn’t
really talk to anyone besides the boy I met from the basketball team. As I met
more people throughout the year, I became comfortable and actually talked, but
some people didn’t like my really high voice so I was always teased for it.
Although, even though some people constantly bullied me, there was always some
kind people who helped me out and cheered me up. There were quite a lot of
bullies, but for some reason, there was this one bully that hung around, I’m
not sure why but I found him as a friend, he’d always tease me but there was
time were he would tell me things like his life and I’d do the same. He gave me
rides home because id have to take the bus, but I always wanted his attention.
Throughout
my middle school, I was still constantly bullied, but I just didn’t mind it, I
just let it go, people always said I looked happy a lot, only because whenever
I’m down, people would always come up to me and ask if I’m okay but that would
only remind me more about what I’m down about so I just answer with a simple
“I’m just tired.” This went on throughout middle school, and when high school
started, everyone separated, but certain boys including me, were still close
because we would have a skype group call almost everyday. Although, during high
school, only four boys and four girls including myself, came to the same high
school. One of the boys bullied me and talked behind my back and I was close
with the other two boys so he stopped bullying me because he was a shy person
and only knew us mostly so he hung out with us.
Throughout
the year he began to respect me more because we became friends hanging out a
lot and at the time my voice wasn’t as “high pitched” as it was in middle
school. Having these past bullying events has given me more knowledge about how
it felt to be bullied then respected. I know how to deal with bullies along the
way, and I chose which friends that I’d want hang out with due to all the
events that have occurred throughout my middle school.
