Wait a second!
More handpicked essays just for you.
More handpicked essays just for you.
Experiences of being bullied
Describe an experience of being bullied
Don’t take our word for it - see why 10 million students trust us with their essay needs.
Recommended: Experiences of being bullied
“Hmm, gloomy as usual.” Sneered Olivia. Olivia and her friends arrived to school, called Jennifer’s School for Girls, located in lousy Philadelphia. She had been going to this school as long as she can remember. “Not surprised. It’ll be gloomy as long as thing aren’t fair, so that’s looking like never.” Said Sophia, as sarcastic as she’s ever been. Everyone was in a particularly bad mood today. “This is getting old. Being separated from half of the population is going to make the population decrease by I don’t know how much, but I know it’s a lot.” Even the young one of the group, Claire, knew it wasn’t right. Mrs. Beth, one of 9 teachers at Jennifer’s school, came out of her classroom and shouted, “All students report to your classroom! First period is in session in 2 minutes! Repeat…” “I guess it’s time, let’s not give the lady a heart attack.” Said Elora. Everybody laughed for the first time in a while. They all started walking their separate ways. Mrs. Beth continued to shout until the bell rang 2 minutes later. All of the girls were in their class with Mrs. Lark and the rest of their classmates. “Okay, students, how is your day going?” The whole class lied, and replied, “good.” The class pet, …show more content…
Maxin.” The girls were forced to leave but they wouldn’t give up. They decided they would stay at this school, and get all of the girls in their grade at their school to rebel, too. It had been one week, and they had already gotten half of their class, 25 students. All they needed was about thirty, and they could finally do something. So in three weeks, all of the girls in their class had transferred to Gabriel’s school for boys. They decided Friday was the day. Friday came along, and they all went to school as themselves. They were all of the talk from the boys at the school to the district board. The teachers were so surprised, but no matter what they did the girls wouldn’t leave. They wanted justice, and they were determined to get
There is a slight glimmer of hope when the school year ends and the girls all receive their report cards. They stand eagerly in the hallway, none of them can break their gaze at the slips of paper in their teacher’s hands. Pashtana finishes 15th in her class and in this moment looks forward to a new year in the 8th grade. Unfortunately, Pashtana and her family were living off of $7 a week, a dollar to spend a day. She soon got married to her cousin and has not been back to school since their last day.
The school board tried to tell Anne the way things should be ran in the school, even when they were desperate for her to teach their kids in the secluded town they all found themselves in. The school board needed an educati...
High school sophomore, Samantha Baker woke up on the morning of her sixteenth birthday, hoping for an overnight transformation. While on the phone with her best friend, she stares at herself in the mirror, praying she had grown a few inches and a set of boobs. Much to avail, she has not and her day goes on just like every other one. She has the added pressure of being a bridesmaid for her older sister Ginny’s wedding, the next day. After being felt up by Grandmother Baker, Samantha deals with the ridicule and torment of her annoying little brother and takes the bus to school. During her study hall class she takes a silly quiz another friend had given her. The quiz ends up in the hands of her crush, Jake Ryan! The anxiety sets in.
Miranda's house seemed to be the best option, as it was located in close proximity to the school and was a familiar meeting place for the girls. Seconds after, Miranda's face split into a sinister grin, similar to a cat's satisfying smile after it had just caught mouse. She began to talk quickly of a new path she had been wanting to walk on, mumbling of how it was right behind her house and would get them home in half the time it took to walk the "old way". Jenny narrowed her eyes, she was smart and didn't think this sounded like a good idea. Barbara agreed with Jenny, repeating her opinions. Miranda was offended, her friends had always agreed with her on everything, they would never dare to sway from her opinions. Miranda was blind with rage, she began to scream at her friends, getting into their faces, shouting loud lies. Jenny and Barbara retaliated quickly, yelling right back at Miranda. After what felt like hours, but was really only 5 minutes, Miranda had had enough, and ran away from her
“Sophia grab your things and let’s go.” “Max where are we going?” Sophia questioned. “I don’t know. I guess we’re just gonna keep walking until we get far enough away from this town.
“okay Addy I would just like to know Cora and I went to Mr. Ponland and he said that we will probably have a volleyball unit for people to try it out.” She looks at me again “ okay Belle the truth is, is that I actually like volleyball I have liked it since I was little and it kills me to not have volleyball as a “cool” sport I want to play so bad but I worry about what people are going to think about me and what they think I want to be liked by Maddie so I don't lose a friend.” “ if Maddie doesn't like you because you like a sport that isn't cool you should not be friends with Maddie that is a bad friend but you can do whatever you want to do go for it if you don't want to play volleyball because you won't be liked anymore that is not
But, who, then she realized it was that time of the day, where she had to go leave, and go help children at the local schools. The children at the local schools were always excited to see her, but today was different. The children usually talked to her all the time, but today, they didn’t talk, she tried to make a conversation, but they didn’t talk. Alyssa wondered if they were mad, or if the teacher said not to talk to her.
A long time ago in 1798, I ran down the stairs of my house on military road. My shaved stubby head almost dragging behind a pair of slouching shoulders. Then suddenly the neighbors cows came bursting through the door of my giant house! Since I was going so fast my big feet stumbled over the cows in front of me, and onto the floor I went. Then all I could hear was a loud shattering and my mother yelling and screaming.
After this, the class decided to at first participate in what get to know you activity the class was doing but eventually, the class lost intrest. Michelle tried to get the class back on track but she did not prevail. Not until a student came up to her. "Ms. Rosenburg, your going at this all wrong, your trying to be nice, but what this class, mostly full of delinquents who don't care about a lot like Mark need is a teacher who is strict" the student said to her "Thank you, Amy" replied Michelle as the bell rang and class was dismissed.
I will never forget that moment at the end of opening night: running back onto the stage, the spotlight beaming into my eyes and the sound of applause flooding my ears. With a smile that stretched from ear to ear, I took a bow. Before me, the silhouette of the audience rose, until the entire theater was on its feet. I still get goosebumps thinking about it, but it would never have happened if my acting teacher had not persuaded me to take part in the school musical, Sister Act. I was completely opposed to it: One of my greatest fears was singing in front of anyone other than my shower head.
By seventh grade, Landon and I had become friends again, and we both agreed to follow the popular kids. Unfortunately, school leadership made the mistake of splitting our house up to compensate for having to combine parts of seventh and eighth grade into one lunch. Our alliance was devastated, as we lost many influential leaders and the remaining students fragmented into the sea of seventh and eighth graders. Fortunately, Landon and I were still together, but the remaining students needed a new
I whipped my head around to look at the laughing class, except for the quiet girl in the back, who looked at me, blushing. “Sorry Mrs. Kirkland,” I straightened myself out in my desk and waited for the end of the school day. Five minutes
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
When discussing the poetic form of dramatic monologue it is rare that it is not associated with and its usage attributed to the poet Robert Browning. Robert Browning has been considered the master of the dramatic monologue. Although some critics are skeptical of his invention of the form, for dramatic monologue is evidenced in poetry preceding Browning, it is believed that his extensive and varied use of the dramatic monologue has significantly contributed to the form and has had an enormous impact on modern poetry. "The dramatic monologues of Robert Browning represent the most significant use of the form in postromantic poetry" (Preminger and Brogan 799). The dramatic monologue as we understand it today "is a lyric poem in which the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing himself in the context of a dramatic situation" (Murfin 97). "The character is speaking to an identifiable but silent listener at a dramatic moment in the speaker's life. The circumstances surrounding the conversation, one side which we "hear" as the dramatic monologue, are made by clear implication, and an insight into the character of the speaker may result" (Holman and Harmon 152).