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When I was in middle school I was bullied.
I went to a school in West Hartford called Solomon Schechter
Day School. At this school they have very small
classes of mostly twelve and sixteen kids. These same kids
have been together since kindergarten. I came to this new
school from Glastonbury public schools. I was in for a big
surprise.
They never called me because I always had
to call them. They thought that living in Glastonbury was
far away, but it wasn’t. Since they thought it was so
far away they rarely came to my house. It was like I had a
disease or something that made them not want to be in my house.
Even when I thought I had friends, I really didn’t. They
were only “pretending” to be my friends. You have
to be really cruel to do that to someone. I went home and
practically cried because these people are so mean. I stayed
there for the Jewish education that I needed. The reason I
went there was so I wouldn’t have to go to Hebrew school
and get a regular education as well. It all tied together.
It seemed a good idea at the time. When we played outside
I played with these kids, but I knew deep down that they didn’t
want to play with me. It made me feel sad and lonely. I felt
as if my personality wasn’t good enough for them. My
whole self esteem went down and I wasn’t happy. I always
had a smile on my face just so no one knew how I really felt.
One day I couldn’t take it anymore! I had to tell someone
besides my family.
There was this one particular girl who was
my “friend”. I told her about how I felt. She didn’t
believe that it was true. She just replied by telling me that
everyone is friends with everyone. My family and I knew that
statement wasn’t true at all.
Those three years were the worst! Just talking
about it makes me quiver. Its sad how people can ruin other
peoples lives just by not being nice. Those sixteen kids thought
they were all that and a bag of chips, but to pick on someone
else means that your not. If they have to pick on me to feel
better, that’s wrong. If I could go back I would have
stood up for myself and said “Hey, what is wrong with
me? I’m cool.” Maybe not exactly like that but similar
to that. I think that if I had done that they would have stopped
bullying me.
I always thought that bullying meant pushing
someone into a locker. That’s mainly what the message
is on TV or in the movies. Its definitely not like that at
all. Just by calling someone a bad name or even telling them
that their hair is wrong is all different kinds of bullying.
You might not even know when someone is bullying you because
it doesn’t seem like it, but it might be. All I can say
about those years is now I have learned that being mean to
someone else isn’t cool. Now I have great friends and
friends I can trust. I know that for a fact that they wouldn’t
bully me because they love me for who I am. Those kids from
Solomon Schechter Day School didn’t care about me or
love me for who I am. Bullying is wrong and if you can stop
it good if you can’t then ask someone to help you because
too many people need your help.
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