The concept of standing up for myself had been something I’d put off many years after becoming a bully victim, but it wasn’t until the death of my friend Samuel that the reality of the issue arose.
When I first changed elementary schools, I was shy and concerned that this would keep me from making friends. I moved to Harper just before finishing second grade, but it wasn’t until August of that year that I actually attended school in Harper. At first, I’d spend my recesses walking the playground and watching children play with their friends. After my first few days of school, students began to bully me about my size, appearance, or shyness. Counselor visits became a regular and my once happy nature slowly became a rarity. I don’t remember how long I’d been in Harper before Samuel and I met. He once stood up for my when I was being called fat and we had been friends ever since.
After many years of friendship with Samuel, we had both grown accustomed to summer vacations where we saw very little of each
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other. Many of my summers, during the eight years I have lived in Harper, have been spent at camps, competitions, or with other family members throughout Kansas and Colorado. Sam and I messaged often while I was gone, and would go to the pool and park together when I was home. Despite spending much of our summers apart, I had never been away from Sam, or my home, for more than a week or two at a time. In the summer of 2014, right after school ended, I was bused to Colorado to spend the summer with my older sister, Landi where I was to help with household chores. Sam turned 18 on June 10th, 3 weeks prior to my leaving. He asked me to come home and I refused. Ten days later, I got the call. There had been an accident a mile north from my house. Samuel, as well as 4 other boys had been involved. He didn’t make it. By the time the police and ambulance arrived, Sam was dead. 4 days later, I was making the 10 hour trip home so that I could be there for his funeral. As a result of his death, I soon learned that relying on Samuel had held me back from my full potential emotionally and physically.
The rest of my summer vacation was filled with restless nights, guilty thoughts, and worrying about what would become of me once school came back into session. Sam had spent 6 years of our friendship protecting me from bullies. I never learned to defend myself before his passing. School started and, to cope without Sam, I carried a teddy bear throughout the school day. One day a kid on the bus decided to make fun of me and I snapped. That day was the first time since starting school in Harper that I had stood up for myself. I learned that the anger people brought to me didn’t have to stay inside for only myself to witness and that I was strong enough to stand up for what I believed in. Since then my attitude has been better, I have slowly progressed to the happy mindset I had as a little kid, and I was finally at peace with
myself. Although his death was a tragic one, it affected my life in a much more positive way that I could have imagined. I finally understood that I am capable of much more than I previously thought.
I would follow what Principal Milhoviak did, which is contact my discipline team and get their points of view. Prior to that, I would need to understand the main problem. It sounded like he did that by talking with the sister and getting her story. This is the first step, understanding the situation. The next step is formulating a solution on how to handle the situation. This is where getting other people involved was a great idea. Principals know they cannot do it alone so they need to have a team, especially in these types of situations. The problem was that team offered many suggestions. As a principal I would listen to all of them and also refer to the school handbook. In this case, since the student is not in his fourth period, I would call for the brother and sister back to the office until parents are reached. As a principal the priority is finding the student who made the threat and keeping the victims safe until parents are reached and the team decides what to do next.
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.
Happiness is fake, like something forced upon me; something not real, fabricated and I don’t like it. I’m supposed to like it though. I’m supposed to like everything the government forces on me. I feel like I’m the only person who doesn’t feel content with my life, everyone else seems to be perfect while I’m falling apart at the seams.
I know what it’s like to feel rejected by peers. When I was a child I was very shy and not much of a sociable person. Many people would bully me and too this day I’m still a little terrified by people. I have a hard time trusting others and coming out of my shell. However, when I do I make some amazing friends. What helped me get over some of the torment I faced from elementary through high school were my parents and my religion. My mom always reminded me that I had individual worth and that anyone who didn’t see that was missing out. Constant years of this reminder allowed me to accept my past and move on. By moving on I was able to start making friends this year.
Imagine a 14-year-old girl crying in her dad’s car with scratches down her face, neck, and arms. Scratches she received from an 18-year-old teammate while coaches and fellow team members watched. Imagine how scared, betrayed, and alone she felt. No one wanted to help her except her parents. No one stood up for her. No one did anything but stand back and watch the torment occur every day. Now, imagine this girl moving school districts—just as terrified as ever. Except now, there is someone who stands up for her in times of trouble. She has someone to protect and encourage her. The loneliness she felt has been replaced with empowerment and confidence all because one person took it upon himself to make sure she never felt scared, betrayed, or alone again. That girl was me, and the person who changed my life was my basketball coach, Toby Todd.
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