I threw my books on the bed and approached the jacket slowly as if it were a large object, larger than I was, and it’s gravity was pulling me towards it. I studied it carefully It wasn’t the exact type I wanted, but it was nice. Much nicer than I thought my family could afford. It was a black basketball hoodie, with blue camouflage on the hood and arms. It had an extra layer on the inside, so it had to be warm. I put it on. Soon, I was almost overheating. I flapped the jacket’s arms like birds wings. I looked in the mirror, combing my hair, checking to see if it was just as cool on me as it was off. I ran outside giving lots of gratitude to my mother, thank you very much.
It was started to snow, but the jacket kept me warm. I climbed the fence, and I felt great, like the
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At school the next day, I scored an easy four on a math test, and got a congratulations from my teacher. At recess, the playground terrorist, Frankie T., walked up to pick on me, but immediately ran away and cowered behind his two hulking friends, Jeff and Michael. They say that they’re made of muscle, but they seem more like walruses with all that fat. My best friend, Steve Negrete, looked at me over the top of his apple, his eyes filled with jealousy.
The girls turned away to whisper on the monkey bars, and immediately started giggling, like I was a celebrity that they couldn’t believe that they were about to meet. Some of the kids who couldn’t afford thick jackets jaws hit the floor, their teeth no longer shivering like a cup of crooked dice, as they were too far apart to clack together. The teachers had no need to worry about Frankie T. bullying me, as I was doing fine in my new jacket. A few minutes later, the fire bell rang. We paraded out into the yard, where we, the sixth graders, walked past all the other grades to stand against the back fence. Everybody saw me. Suddenly, everything got quiet. A could feel the red laser dots on my
In junior high some kids would call me names, but that was it. Verbal abuse is all that I have to deal with on occasion. This is nothing compared to the things that Jodee endured through her years of school. The story begins with Jodee’s description of how she was victimized in a 4th grade Catholic grammar school, coming to the defense of deaf children that were being treated cruelly. She supplied the school officials with names and was labeled a “tattletale.”
Please Stop Laughing at Me, an autobiography by Jodee Blanco, is one woman’s inspirational story about the fight against bullying. This real-life account is proof of the disturbing results of what happens at school. Jodee Blanco holds nothing back when she describes the horrifying events that occurred to her at several different schools. At the beginning of the book, as the reader, we find ourselves inside Jodee’s head as she debates whether she should actually walk in and attend her high school reunion or not. Jodee dazzles us with all she has accomplished in life, and convinces us that she has nothing to fear.
Jamie Nabozny is gay. Today the fact causes him few, if any, difficulties in life, however, throughout middle and high school Nabozny was both physically and verbally harassed; he was beaten, kicked, urinated on, called hurtful terms and abused to the point of hospitalization. However, the worst part of this innocent victim’s abuse was the role that his administration played, or rather refused to play; no action was taken to protect Nabozny despite the fact that school officials knew what was going on and had been repeatedly confronted about his abuse. In time the abuse Nabozny suffered led to doleful moods, severe depression, attempts of suicide, endeavors to run away from home, and other drastic consequences. Eventually, this young vigilante decided to fight back in order to prevent others from experiencing what he had gone through. Nabozny took legal action and, with the help of Lambda Legal Law firm, sued his former school officials for their failure to do their job of keeping him safe in school, eventually winning nearly a million dollars in a monetary settlement. Jamie Nabozny’s case has inspired the response of countless others and forced schools to take responsibility for their actions in bullying cases, because of this role model’s singular determination and readiness to stand up for himself, he has affected and inspired millions. Proving, once and for all, that one person can make a difference.
Walking down the school hall to the next class, the bully appears before his prey. He stands before his soon to be victims as if he is two feet taller and ten times stronger. His victims attempt to ignore him, but he stops them and puts his face in front of theirs to make sure his presence is known. He then abruptly decides to save his senseless punishment for another day as he passes by with a slight shoulder nudge. In today’s high schools, the majority of bullying incidents occur in this fashion. A bully finds the weakest kids and targets them. Freaks and Geeks, a television show, demonstrates these specific bullying instances and their effect on the character Bill Haverchuck. The pain bullying causes goes beyond surface level bruises and stretches to damaging internal feelings. When analyzing Freaks and Geeks, it is apparent that this television show demonstrates the physical and emotional effects of bullying through character Bill Haverchuck.
Naturally it does not take long for the Socs to ascend on him and attack. Ponyboy is lucky that his friends arrive in time to save him from any real injury. However the implication for long-term bullying is the probability for retaliation will grow, as was discovered in 1999 when two young men walked into Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado and shot thirteen people amid allegations of bullying (Ericson, 2001). According to The American Association of Psychologists, it is reported that there are over 160,000 students that miss school due to fear of bullying each day in the U S (as cited in Levinson & Levinson, 2005). Just as Johnny began to carry a ‘blade’ as a means of protecting himself it is believed that harassment and bullying have been linked to as many as seventy-five percent of recent school shootings (Robers, Kemp, Rathbun, Thomas, & Morgan 2005). The violent events that transpire in the park when Ponyboy and Johnny are accosted by the Socs are violent and harshly realistic. Ponyboy’s held under the water desperately close to being drown when he is suddenly released and Bob is
As Charles Dixon walked in his office he was thinking about what other fun things he should do to punish the students at good ole Merced High. As you could see Mr. Dixon is the commander, leader, or just as we call it today, a principal. After the war that happen between the students and the staff there as been a lot more strictness to the school rules. Ever since I left this school its basically been more like a public military school. Your probably wondering why I’m not at Merced High School well, I got kicked out. I was walking with my disc man to my class and all electronics must be off when the bells ring infuriately there happen to be a sniper on the west wing of the campus and has soon as the clock struck 8:20, they shot me! Right on my ear. I only didn’t go to the hospital I got kicked out for being tardy and I lost 30% percent of my hearing on my left ear!
Around the month of August of 2008, the bell ranged and I was dismissed from class. Once, I got out of my class, I went to look for my mom’s car. When I stepped onto the car my mom said, “Jose, guess what?” “What,” I said to her. “Your dad and I decided to move to Colorado,” she said to me excitedly. “What in the world is Colorado, ma?” “Oh my God Jose, never mind about that, aren’t you excited that you’re going to be able to live with you dad?” “Yes, of course!” During
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
The freezing wind had chilled my hand to the bone. Even as I walked into my cabin, I shivered as if there was an invisible man shaking me. My ears, fingers, toes, and noes had turned into a pale purple, only starting to change color once I had made a fire and bundled myself in blankets like ancient Egyptians would do to their deceased Pharaohs. The once powdered snow on my head had solidified into a thin layer of ice. I changed out of the soaking wet clothes I was wearing and put on new dry ones. With each layer I became more excited to go out and start snowboarding. I headed for the lift with my board and my hand. Each step was a struggle with the thick suit of snow gear I was armored in.
Chen. Another teacher followed up, he was the 6th graders’ PE teacher I suppose. I stood back up, and I wiped off the little blood coming out of the wound on my lip created by the 6th grader’s scratches while he was on the ground. Mr. Chen took me and my classmates aside, he asked: “What happened over there?” One of my friends answered: “ We were playing basketball at the court first, then they came, and want us to leave the court for them to play. Michael refused, so he punched him, and they just got in a fight.” “Michael,” he then turned to me, “ Even though it is just self-defensing, but you could’ve just run and find me to solve the problem, and you won’t get hurt, why didn’t you do that?” I looked into his eyes, and I said determinately: “I can’t be a coward in his memory, I have to show him what I got, so he won’t try to bully me next time I see him in this class. Plus, a man won’t run from a fight.” At the end, I did not get in trouble for fighting, and those 6th graders have never mess with me again.
Standing on the balcony, I gazed at the darkened and starry sky above. Silence surrounded me as I took a glimpse at the deserted park before me. Memories bombarded my mind. As a young girl, the park was my favourite place to go. One cold winter’s night just like tonight as I looked upon the dark sky, I had decided to go for a walk. Wrapped up in my elegant scarlet red winter coat with gleaming black buttons descending down the front keeping away the winter chill. Wearing thick leggings as black as coal, leather boots lined with fur which kept my feet cozy.
Goldman, Carrie, and Dorothy Espelage, Ph.D. Bullied: What Every Parent, Teacher and Kid Need To Know About Ending The Cycle Of Fear. First Edition. New York: Harper Collins Publishers, 2012. 140-141. Print.
It had been wet and cloudy since that morning--a typical Oregon day--and as I made my way to the back of the bus, the faint smell of rain mingled with the rubbery-plastic smell of hundreds of little rain boots. When I finally got to my seat, I was rather unnerved to find that not only was someone sitting in my seat, but that that someone was none other than Nathaniel Larson, the most obnoxious kid in the 5th grade. I took a deep breath and said, in the kindest voice I could muster, "Nathan, you...
It was finally the first day of school; I was excited yet nervous. I hoped I would be able to make new friends. The first time I saw the schools name I thought it was the strangest name I’ve ever heard or read, therefore I found it hard to pronounce it in the beginning. The schools’ floors had painted black paw prints, which stood out on the white tiled floor. Once you walk through the doors the office is to the right. The office seemed a bit cramped, since it had so many rooms in such a small area. In the office I meet with a really nice, sweet secretary who helped me register into the school, giving me a small tour of the school, also helping me find
On the afternoon of April 9, 2010 I found myself in a meeting with Kerri Evans, the assistant principal of Pleasant Ridge Middle School, and my son Nicholas. I was there because my son had become a victim of verbal abuse. It was shocking to learn that bullying has become such an epidemic in our school system. “Nearly 1 in 3 students is involved in bullying” (Hertzog, 2010). In a perfect world there would be no bullying. Kids wouldn’t get shoved into lockers, and they wouldn’t be beat up in the hallway. Students wouldn’t talk about another student behind their back because of their shape, size, race, or religion. In a perfect world this wouldn’t happen, but at that moment in our imperfect world it was happening to my son. The question is, why does it happen and what can we do to stop it? “According to a 2009 federal survey of school crime and safety, 32 percent of middle and high school students said they'd been victimized during the academic year, compared with 14 percent in 2001” (Tyre, 2010). Bullying was making its way into my home and affecting my life. It was then that I realized that bullying was a problem that needed to stop. Bullying in schools is escalating and becoming a bigger and bigger issue, and we must take action to eliminate it.