by SweetBearies

Created on: April 22, 2008

Between the ages of ten and thirteen I had many challenges to overcome when it came to children teasing me. As a fifth grader I stood out because I wore skirts while all of my other classmates preferred to wear jeans. On a daily basis someone would tease me and tell me I looked like a thrift store junk heap or a hobo, and those were some of the nicer comments. The teasing and the abuse escalated to the point where my mom had to go to the principal and let him know what was happening in this classroom. People may say kids should be kids and solve their own problems, but bullying can hurt sensitive children and have severe long term effects.

In sixth grade I felt I had more control over my school life because the new teacher seemed to have better classroom management at the beginning of the year. However, things escalated in this classroom and it got to the point where I was physically and verbally abused by my classmates. In physical education classes our same peer group would go to another teacher for that lesson. It was always interested because I always seemed to have a volley ball mysteriously served into my head, but it did not seem very mysterious since the classmates who did this had pretty good aim. One boy and two of the girls who repeatedly did this to me had attended volley ball camps for two years in a row, so I was very dubious as to their "mistakenly" serving a volley ball into my head. The first couple of times I could understand if this was a mistake, but when this happened ten or twelve times during a class period I could tell it was being done of purpose. I told my P.E. teacher and he just laughed when told me I was a "cry baby" if I had a headache over having a volley ball repeatedly served into my head. Do you wish you had a P.E. teacher like this?

Things became more fun when I got back to class let my teacher know I had a headache and could not see straight. One day I told my main room teacher I needed to go home because my headache was so strong and I could not think and he announced to the class that I was a "cry baby". His wife was the school nurse and she seemed more understanding and was horrified that the students in my class were doing this. Thankfully we changed P.E. classes after a few months, so I no longer had to deal with those kids serving volley balls into my head. However, my new worry was the horrific comments that were now made on a daily basis. Several girls would laugh and call me a lesbian, but being the sheltered child

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