Stand Up

April 16, 2012
By Bluekit GOLD, Rockton, Illinois
Bluekit GOLD, Rockton, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
"Unicorns and glitter!" -Flo


Bullying. A word almost every kid dreads. They dread being the outcast. The reject. The person everyone bullies. The loner. Not being good enough or not meeting someone’s standards. Some dread it so much, they take their own lives. A tragic way to die.
If only the teachers had seen it sooner. If only the parents knew. If only the victim spoke up.
Statistics show in 2011 that 60% of middle school students say they have been bullied. Only 16% of staff believed that students had been bullied. They also say that over 160,000 stayed home from school to avoid bullying. 20% of high school students said they had thoughts of committing suicide in the past twelve months in 2011.
In my opinion, these numbers are too high. What can we do to stop bullying? There are numerous ways to prevent bullying.
Statistics show that over 50% of bullying decreased if the school had an anti-bully program running. If every school had an anti-bully program running, it might reduce the percentage of bullying. It would show the bullies how much they hurt the person who they were bullying.
It would also be more helpful if teachers kept an eye on students at all times. Many bullying cases occur on the playground or at passing time. Only 25% of bullied students said that teachers intervened a bullying incident; while 71% of teachers said they intervened a bullying incident.
Another way is to talk to the bully or stand up to them. Tell them how much it hurts when they call you names or physically hurt you. Try to help them understand bullying isn’t cool. Most likely, they bully just to impress their friends.
Tell a teacher or trusted adult. It’s one of the most commonly known ways to stop a bully from bullying you. Don’t worry; you won’t be a snitch or tattle-tale. Tattle-telling is when someone purposely tells on someone to get them in trouble. Just telling a teacher or trusted adult the situation is perfectly fine. It will help you in the long run.
Don’t just sit on the sidelines and watch bullying. Stand up for the bullying victim and let them know they won’t be alone.
Bullying is never, nor will it ever be, a tolerable matter. Together we can stand up to bullying and make it disappear. Poof!


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Just a thought on bullying.

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bananas32245 said...
on Mar. 1 2017 at 2:27 pm
bananas32245,
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that is amazing.

bananas32245 said...
on Mar. 1 2017 at 2:24 pm
bananas32245,
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not everyone can move if their being bullied so people need to stand up for the lives that are theirs

bananas32245 said...
on Mar. 1 2017 at 2:20 pm
bananas32245,
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amen.true that

bananas32245 said...
on Mar. 1 2017 at 2:17 pm
bananas32245,
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thats immiture and rude

on Feb. 10 2017 at 11:01 am
HandsomeLad1460,
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no you don't sally your the one who bullies me

sally1234 said...
on Feb. 2 2017 at 9:30 am
sally1234,
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THATS RIGHT

sally1234 said...
on Feb. 2 2017 at 9:29 am
sally1234,
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"@" TAG ME IN SALLY1234

sally1234 said...
on Feb. 2 2017 at 9:28 am
sally1234,
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yes I see what you go through

sally1234 said...
on Feb. 2 2017 at 9:25 am
sally1234,
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do not say that no more

on Jan. 27 2017 at 10:42 am
HandsomeLad1460,
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he obviously is just an immature idiot with no heart so just ignore him... anyway sometimes you just got to stand up to them and show them your not scared and that you will do something

on Jan. 25 2017 at 1:36 pm
HandsomeLad1460,
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i get bullied and i want to be it to rest

on Dec. 1 2016 at 10:29 am
..........Unknown,
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hi i will haunt you forever and i will sleep by your side foever

on Dec. 1 2016 at 10:03 am
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kylie_kim said...
on Oct. 25 2016 at 12:49 am
kylie_kim,
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can I please get the authors first and last name, please

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on Sep. 27 2016 at 4:13 pm
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A.W. said...
on Sep. 21 2016 at 11:08 pm
Creepy.... I LIKE IT!!! Although I don't really believe in these kinds of comments, but I liked the story! GOODBYE!!!

A.W. said...
on Sep. 21 2016 at 11:00 pm
Don't worry about the bullies! Just be yourself and try to ignore them. In the end, they will have to pay for what they did, so just stay strong and keep that in mind! Also, please don't commit suicide, it is not as good as it seems, so just don't do it. Also, even if it does hurt your feelings, don't have a reaction. A lot of bullies bully for a reaction, so if you don't, they MAY start to leave you alone. I speak from experience, so just stay strong and don't let them get to you anymore and you'll be fine. As long as you are good on the inside, you are truly beautiful, no matter what the "standards" are. Nobody wants to end up as a Mrs. Potato Head and have a messed up face because they wanted to be "pretty". Be yourself and everything will be okay. Luv Ya, You Beauty! BYE!!! - A.W.

Mels. BRONZE said...
on Sep. 3 2016 at 10:06 pm
Mels. BRONZE, Republic, Missouri
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Favorite Quote:
¨You´re only in trouble if you get caught.¨

Everyone goes through tough times, just remember that.

on Jun. 4 2016 at 3:36 pm
socialkaysualty PLATINUM, Dover, Delaware
25 articles 0 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.



So how should I presume?

And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?



And how should I presume?

And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.



And should I then presume?



And how should I begin?

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—
If one, settling a pillow by her head



Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;



That is not it, at all.”

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:



“That is not it at all,



That is not what I meant, at all.”

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

I grow old ... I grow old ...
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

stay strong, beautiful girlie. ignore them, just do you. it's okay. who cares if they're insecure or not, they just want to be popular. you are loved, wanted, and beautiful.

miss2cute_ said...
on May. 19 2016 at 12:01 pm
miss2cute_, Dayton, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Dont hate love more!!

I totally understand. Every one makes fun of me. How i dressed, what shoes I had one, and how my hair was. I hated it. I really wanted to kill my self. It is still going and I don't no what to do?? I'm in 9th grade and I live in Dayton Ohio. Any Advice!! Please Help. Im at the piont of killing my self




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