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Case study 2 bullying
Emotionally and physically bullying
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Josh criticized on time here at school. He told me that I was a no good white trash short cracker. It was when he first moved here he didn't know anyone so he did not know who the big dog was around these parts. I felt down about it at first but then “then i realized that I was better than him because he called me names and I hadn't said a word to him. I am proud about the way I handled it. He hasn't called me a no good white trash short cracker since then. This experience has not change the way I offer feedback to others i'm still the big dog in these parts.
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
... to everyone else's idea about you. Pretty soon, it affects your life in a much larger way than anyone intended it to. Although at times we do it unintentionally, it does not change the fact that an individual can be hurt by a simple word. The author Jane Porter once wrote, "I never yet heard man or woman much abused that I was not inclined to think the better of them, and to transfer the suspicion or dislike to the one who found pleasure in pointing out the defects of another."
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”
A lot of my teachers, as well as fellow students, have thought that I am ridiculous, but I honestly take pride in a lot of the things people judge me for. Once, in third grade, my school’s principal stopped me in the hallway on my way to class. I had been reading while I was walking, so when he asked me about my book I thought that I was in trouble. As it turned out, he was interested in the fact that I was reading a book about advanced physics, and I started meeting with him once a week to talk about the book and about my writing. A lot of kids thought that I was a total dork because of this, but I owned it. One day a substitute teacher came in, and when I got called to the principal’s office for my meeting she thought that I was in trouble. Her face told me that she wanted to give me detention just for that, but every time she came into my class from then on, she knew who I was. It’s not that I need attention, which is good because attention isn’t usually what I get, it’s that I believe that everyone should try to make an impact on their environment in some way, however that may
It could also be a parent at home criticizing you about a grade to do better in school. When a coach would say something to me that would sting, it would motivate me to do better. I would notice when the coach would say the same thing to a team mate they would get upset and cry. I never understood why they would not just better themselves, instead of pouting over a simple criticism. This is because of differential sensitivity. Differential sensitivity is “the idea that some people are more vulnerable than others to particular experiences” (Berger, 2010, p.21). I was able to take this criticism from the coach because I was used to having someone at home, criticizing my weaknesses, so that I could better myself. When someone criticizes me, I do not take it to heart because I work harder on that subject to show them that I can do better. The other team mate was more sensitive in the situation and took it to heart. This may have been because the team mate was going through a sensitivity period. Some small comments to children can still affect them later in life, but some may forget about it an hour later. Differential sensitivity is used to, “aid prediction and thus target intervention” (Berger, 2010,
...me feel as if what they thought about me was actually true because so many people thought the same thing. Even though I was emotionally hurt, my reaction to this event made things positive. As stated before, I purposely tried to smile and look less intimidating. This got me into a better mood and gave me happy thoughts. People reacted differently to a new me and my emotions were not the same as before when people judged me as a shy and hard to approach girl.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
...l work harder, take pride in their task, and in turn they will do a better job. “Give the other person a fine reputation to live up to.” As a waitress, customers would sometimes complain about the speed of the service. Although this was often times the fault of the cooks, it reflected poorly on me to the customers. I couldn’t find a tactful way to tell the cooks to hurry up, so I took a different approach. One day, there was a new waitress on duty and I noticed a cook made an order especially fast. I made the comment both to the cook and the new waitress at what a great job this cook does and how you can always count on him to get orders out fast. From then on he took pride in being the “fast cook,” even though that had not always been the case before.
In either scenario it is crucial to keep in mind that criticism can always be used to your
We got our dog, Shorty, last summer. After having him for nearly a year we now know that he is very smart. Yeah, he’s adorable and super sweet, but he sure can be sneaky. My family got him and thought “Wow he’s such a good boy. He could never do a thing wrong.” We always forgave him when he accidentally peed on the carpet when he got too excited or when he chewed up my sister’s cheerleading picture (my mom was very angry, but she’s over it) because you could always tell when he was sorry. He’d walk up to us really slow with his tail between his legs and act so sweet so we never could stay mad at him. After the incident of him chewing up the pictures, my family decided he would not be allowed to roam free while we were gone. We knew he hated his crate, and we always felt bad when we had to put him in there, so we put in a gate that separates the kitchen from the living room to prevent him from destroying anything else.
But through a series of unfortunate events I learned an extremely valuable lesson regarding how far I would go to receive said praise. I learned that vanity and self-absorption can blind one to the true weight of one’s actions, make one oblivious to how his or her actions affect others, and cause one to go against their better judgement and put one’s self into an unfavourable situation. Now, just to be clear, I didn’t really do anything wrong...but at the same time,
On a humid afternoon, I remember sitting on that old renovated school bus, wearing denim shorts and an old tee, completely soaked in mucky water from head to toe. When my mom told me about the weeklong adventure camp that was completely free for military dependent kids, I suppose I was unprepared for the level of adventuring in store. With her dad stationed in Alaska, my best friend Yarish also came with me to Clemson, South Carolina where it was held in July 2012.
Looking at the situation as an optimist, I see the good that came from what I went through. For instance, I now go out of my way simply to make another person smile in hopes that even one small gesture might brighten his/her day. I never judge a book by its cover, and I always accept everyone as they are. Being treated so poorly has only made me want to treat others with the utmost respect and dignity that they deserve. As Thumper said, “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say nothin’ at all.” This quote is so simple yet has so much meaning and truth behind it that I live by it every
I wish what I now know is what I knew 6 months ago. (lights camera Action) When my freshman year of high school almost ended and summer was creeping closer and closer, I started to get too big for my bridges. My parents have always trusted me because I have never given them a reason not too. So when summer break had begun to start, and the possibilities to hang out with friends became endless, I had so many things I wanted to do. I was afraid my parents wouldn't let me do the things I had dreamt of doing all school year. I got into this habit of lying. Once I started to tell little white lies, I couldn't stop. Lie after lie would build up, and I had to make my story of why I was late coming home. It had worked for a long time throughout the