As a first grader I shouldn’t have been picked on for the looks of my clothes or how I did something a certain way. I was young and should have had fun on the playground or playing tag and kickball with my friends. I always did something that I was made fun of for. I always wondered why they treated me the way they did. One day I had gone up to the teachers on duty at recess and told them what the bullies had been saying to me, and they told me to stop being a tattle tale. That made me really upset so I went over to a tree by myself and just sat there thinking of all the things I could have done wrong to be treated that way.
When I got into about fourth grade it didn’t get any better it actually got worse as the year progressed. I got accused of things I didn’t do and was even called to the office once. In a way I felt sort of relieved when I was called to the office, even if it didn’t accomplish anything. I actually felt better knowing that the principle had my back.  Until fourth grade I didn’t tell my mother or father anything about what was happening at school. They had no clue, and I have been shy all my life so I didn’t say much to anyone, and that included my parents and most of my teachers.
Fifth grade was so much better because during the summer I decided I wanted to go to another school and learn there. I still got laughed at a little bit there but it wasn’t even close to as much as I got in my previous school. I was also able to concentrate a lot better at the new school.  It was smaller, it may seem extremely small to most people reading this but it’s quite big to me. There were almost 200 students in the previous school and 60-70 students in the other one. The environment was so much better for me. I didn’t eat a lot before I went to this new school. My choice was poor but at the time I was so sad and depressed that I didn’t know better. After fifth grade everything started looking up for me. I started eating more and I had made a lot of friends. But I didn’t lose the ones I had in my class at my previous school. I had more opportunities do go on school trips and more time to ask for help on the school work my teachers had given me.
When I got to high school I thought it was going to be horrible. My first year was great, until about the middle of the year when I started to get bullied because I liked someone and one of the girls that he dated didn’t like that I liked him so she threatened to beat me up if I didn’t back off from him. I backed off from him and she still treated me like I was dirt so I was the bigger person and walked away from her. One day I finally got the courage to walk up to her and told her how I felt about the way she treated me.  By the end of the year we were ignoring each other I was perfectly fine with that because I didn’t necessarily like her to begin with.  I ended up working around her this summer because she was the secretary at the place that I work at. We completely ignored each other then as well.
Now in my sophomore year I am finally free of all the people who treated me the way they did are now either graduated or have moved away. I feel so alive now that I’m not weighed down with all the degrading comments they threw at me. Now in September 2014 I can say I am finally happy with my life and don’t feel guilty every time I walk into a room. I don’t have to worry about being degraded every time I walked through the school doors.