Bullying in Schools

[bellagypsy79]

PARDON MY LANGUAGE ON THIS POSTING!

My name is Jacquelyn Hamby and I was a victim of bullying from 5th to 12th grade. With this whole bullying **** that's going on today...it needs to stop. It breaks my heart that everytime I turn on the news or see the latest people magazine that it makes me cry. I survived this **** and so can they. I want to be a speaker and travel from school to school to talk to kids about my experiences with this and how I survived it. Greg tells me to get over it...yeah you may very well be over it, but every now and then it comes back to haunt you and you sit around wondering what you could've done differently or should have done differently. Bullys scar you for life. If you kill yourself because you can't take anymore, they win! Do you really want them to win!? NO! You are the better one and you know it. Bullys pick on the innocent because they want to impress friends, or they're jelous. They can give you that sob story saying they came from a bad family **** all they want but if you are being bullied by your parents and you don't like it then why are you doing it to others? Greg came from a bad family and he doesn't bully other people. That's no excuse. I'm sorry, but I don't think that's any excuse to get away with it.



The kids I went to Parkway South with bullied me more than the ones at St.Pauls did. St.Pauls was more teasing than bullying. South, was a different story. I got pushed down the stairs, candy and gum stuck in my hair, bad profanity writen on my locker (by someone I know who did it, I'm just not revealing any names on here), rumours spread about me that weren't true, laser pointers pointed at me and kids laughing, people telling the people that I was friends with that I was a threat to them when I didn't even know how to kill a fly, (which was also started by that same person who wrote the profanity on my locker), pushed against walls for stuff I didn't do wrong...and these kids who did this were not the ones in my graduating class, they were in classes below me! These stupid assholes didn't even know me and I was a target because they wanted to test me. And when they could see that I could fight back they didn't mess with me again, but when I did fight back at times it would be worse and all my teachers would say to me was "Go to your counselor." I spent more time sitting in the counseling office or computer lab than going to class because teachers would excuse me from them. They didn't know how to handle it. Hell, I would have to have bodyguards escort me to my classes on somedays because I was being threatened on a constant basis.



Still to this day, every so often, I get flash backs on things that happened to me and I am glad that I didn't let them break me. But I wish I knew then what I know now on what to say and do to stick up for myself. Jesus tells us to forgive our enemies. I try to everyday, with not just people from my past in school, but with friends that abandoned the friendship I had with them for no ****ing reason at all, and customers that I deal with at work everyday and co workers even the asshole that cuts you off in traffic. It's easy to forgive the little things, but it's very hard to forget them because they leave you scared for a while and it's up to you when you want to let those wounds heal. I want them to go away believe me I do. Sometimes I wish for appologies from them all, but it won't happen I know that. I think the only way that can help make it go away is to help other kids who are having the same problem I had and try to help them through it. Not only would I feel better but I think it would help them feel better too. I am tired of being haunted by the bad in my past. I wish for it to end! The friends who abandoned my friendship with them over something stupid that I didn't do anything wrong, (but still won't get some balls and tell me what I did wrong...)**** YOU ALL! I am done with your drama. To the kids who made me feel like nothing and treated me like **** in school, **** YOU TOO! I'm done with thinking about you! Your are not worth my time and if your husbands or children found out that you were bullys in school, God help them!



Excuse my language, but sometimes you just have to scream it. I was even at times bullied by my first stepmom. I was a nothing to her. She saw me the way those damn kids I went to school with did...an insect that must be squashed quickly, even if the insect wasn't bothering you or going near you, it was still in your way, and it annoyed you. I will not go into specifics on this one but she scared me too. The biggest regret of all was not standing up for myself enough, especially to her. I was just scarred. When I stood up for myself at school to this girl who pushed me into a vending machine, I kicked her right in the ass! I told her to leave me alone and she did. I ran into the bathroom and threw up. I think grandma Betty was watching out for me that day. I think she kick my leg up. Beause it certanly wasn't me. LOL!



I hate bullys and they must be stopped. I want to help these kids who are crying out for help. I just want this to end. Parents and teachers can make a difference, I think everyone can! Everyone is different and special in their own way. It's never going to be a perfect world. No one is perfect. Keep opinions to yourself and your jelousy in hiding. Jelousy doesn't get you anywhere. "What does not kill us makes us stronger", that's what a wise man said. Take that with you. Something can be done with this. I can't bare to see another child kill themselves. If you kill yourself, they will win. That's what they want you to do. Don't let them win, keep fighting, because you are beautiful, special and too damn importaint to too many people around you.

My name is Jacquelyn Hamby and I DEFFINATLEY APPOVE THIS MESSAGE! SPREAD LOVE, NOT HATE. Thank you for reading.

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[Silver Springs]

This subject means alot to me too because I was bullied something shocking at school, probably because I actually paid attention and cared about what I was learning. Not a day went by where I wasn't abused for what I looked like, the fact that I was intelligent, how I ate: nothing was above them to poke fault at. I think, if I'm completely honest, my friends were the worst of them all. They would belittle me, act like they cared whilst veiling harsh insults and treating me as low as a Dog that they would have follow them. But I stuck with them, purely because I had nobody better and no opportunity to find anybody better. I put up with alot from my friends.

During Highschool was probably when it was at its peak. Being ginger, overweight and intelligent didn't sit well at all with my peers. I was spat at, insulted, punched in the face and had my work destroyed because I was seen as different. Too afraid to step foot into the school grounds, I made friends with the teachers and spent my breaks and lunches in the classrooms. I didn't eat. I was too ashamed of being seen with food when I was such a fat and ugly individual. I withdrew from people and locked myself inside my shell, my only company being my portable CD player and my music.

I started self harming when I was fourteen. I can remember the time vividly. I had a home tutor whom I adored as a human being. Because he was the only one who could see me for me. Not the friends that would keep me around to make themselves better. He understood me. But even his friendship didn't keep a nagging darkness away from me. I felt as though I was wrong. I was a failed attempt at humanity and I deserved no place amongst people my own age. The first time I cut I had been through a traumatic History lesson. I had fallen out with my friend that day because her boyfriend had begun to harass me and she had only laughed. I don't know why it surprised me, really. He was a member of my homeroom class, and had always had something to say to me. But that day he had been exceptionally cruel, following me around whilst calling me a "manbeast", asking his girlfriend why she hung out with such a fat and boring girl...I just snapped. I remember running out of the lesson crying my eyes out, leaving my posessions to be stolen and vandalised and hid in the empty doorway at the back of the school, sobbing my heart out until it felt like I couldn't cry anymore. I didn't care that a few people had walked by and insulted me for crying. I didn't care when the office head took me to her room for a cup of tea and a chat. I just left when she went to boil the kettle without telling her why. I locked myself in the bathroom and I can remember having taken one of the art box cutters from the classroom a little while before. I carried it around for protection. I never intended to hurt anybody. It just made me feel that little bit safer. I barely remember the next few moments. But I can remember a relief once I'd put the boxcutter back into my shoe. I didn't care that I was bleeding. I was in control.

A few years later, not long before I left the school, somebody spread a rumour that I had said something incredibly rascist to a girl in the corridor after she had pushed me into the wall. I would never do such a thing. But it spread around the school like wildfire. I couldn't walk to a class without being punched in the face at least once. I was desperately unhappy. But the worst of it was that my new homeroom teacher actually believed the rumours. Even though she had known me for quite a while, and knew I was too timid to say anything so closed minded and ignorant. That just didn't matter. I was relieved when I finally left the school. My grades had dipped because I was so depressed about my situation. My weight had dropped dramatically because I had begun to believe the others when they told me how worthless I was and withheld food from myself.

Even now at the age of 22, the effects of the constant bullying still stick with me. I still self harm, not only in the cutting sense but in others ways too; I keep my windows open in winter even though it's freezing and the cold physically hurts and I'm shaking so badly that I can barely do anything, I withhold food and limit myself to half a bowl of cereal a day, I walk until my chest hurts with each breath and my feet are bleeding and blistered and I place myself in dangerous situations. I've realised that I do this on autopilot now. It comes as second nature to me do damage myself. I know it's unhealthy. I know I'm unhealthy. But at my worst the insults come at me as fresh as if it had been the day before and I can't bring myself to care about myself. Even now the friends I do have have very little time for me. I'm so lonely most of the time that I cry myself to sleep most nights.

This is probably a really bad account of my experiences. But I find it a very difficult subject to talk about. If I wrote about the worst of the bullying that I can remember I would probably be here for a day typing.

You wouldn't want to hear it anyway....

[GypsySorcerer]

Yes, I think we all need to be doing more to eradicate bullying. I teach at a local university, and I hear so many gay slurs come out of the mouths of my students. The fraternity members are especially guilty, from what I've seen. I tell them I don't tolerate that in my classroom, but I doubt if it sticks.

I'm reminded of Elie Wiesel's quote that the opposite of love is indifference, and that silence never helps the tormented.

[LukeA]

Originally Posted by GypsySorcerer

The fraternity members are especially guilty, from what I've seen.

Whoa! Are you suggesting fraternity pledges/members are insecure with their masculinity and have to act out on it by immature behavior along with their own brand of socially acceptable homoerotic activites??!?

[Nikolaj]

Originally Posted by LukeA

Whoa! Are you suggesting fraternity pledges/members are insecure with their masculinity and have to act out on it by immature behavior along with their own brand of socially acceptable homoerotic activites??!?

"Socially acceptable homoerotic activities"-- in America??
In Europe, sure.
In America, the biggest insult any kid or teen male can think of is to call another guy a f*g, whether or not the guy is gay.
Socially acceptable homoerotic activity is beyond the scope of thinking in the culture of this country. There are a lot of grey areas in human sexuality, but abuse is abuse, even if it takes place at an Ivy League or community college initiation.
Fraternity hazing is about the cruel and degrading public treatment of someone to become accepted, and there's nothing erotic I can think of about that, homo or otherwise!

[HejiraNYC]

Originally Posted by Nikolaj

Fraternity hazing is about the cruel and degrading public treatment of someone to become accepted, and there's nothing erotic I can think of about that, homo or otherwise!

...or it's a socially acceptable way for "straight" guys to look at other guys wearing nothing but a jockstrap and a jar of molasses. Homoerotic? Even Elton John would think it's too gay.