...It was a Tuesday. In 5th grade. I walked alone through the halls and was astonished to hear the sound of clapping. I turned and realized that the clapping was for me. And it was boys, of all people, clapping - including my crush, Zack. I didn’t have the slightest clue on what was going on… until Zack shouted across the hall, “Thank God you’re wearing shorts today! Miss Jello!” I was Miss Jello. Miss fat, round Jello. I thought this 5th grade incident was an anomaly. However, there was much more to come. New nicknames, new rumors, more staring, and more pointing invaded my life for the rest of 5th grade. The flashbacks still hit me to this day… “She looks like a whale”... “Nada eats way too much”... “Is it true you broke the chair in the courtyard?”... “Just give it to Nada, she’ll finish it”...“Do you have this in a size 14 for my daughter?”... “No more pizza! you’re fat!!”... “fatso!”. I wish I could say that it ended there. But it only became worse. The beginning of middle school is when people start getting meaner and meaner. One day, a boy was taking photos of everyone on the last week of school. He snapped 2 photos of me placing my bag on the floor, without me knowing. Later that night he uploaded them on …show more content…
Becoming part of the school’s National Honor Society proves to me that all the years of struggle, determination, and hard work has definitely paid off. In addition to becoming a member of my school’s NHS, I was also elected as President of the French Honor Society, received 6 Silver Honor Roles certificates since 8th grade, and was also given the “Best Student” award in IB Business HL. To me, all of these achievements portray my growth since my struggles in middle school. Developing myself and seeing positive results is one of the best feelings in the world - it made me realize how effective and powerful it is to really desire
NEW PROVIDENCE, NEW JERSEY- This past Friday, on June 5th, the rain did not prevent Salt Brook Elementary School from inviting New Providence High School students from across town for a day of community service. It was the high school’s third community service trip of the year as students previously visited the Community Food Bank of New Jersey in Hillside and Allen W. Roberts Elementary School. The 23 high school students on Friday’s trip took part in various field day activities such as the Bean Bag Toss, the Long Jump, and the Spoon and Golf Ball Relay.
It was the afternoon, and my class was sitting down while my teacher, Mrs. Curtin, was speaking to the class. I was in fifth grade at the time, and my school was named Kaneland John Shields. My teacher told my class we were going to a pep rally assembly in a few minutes. Mrs. Curtin commented that we should pack our backpacks, the assembly was supposed to last through the rest of the day. Grade by grade, everyone was called to go to the gym.
As Nevaeh entered her school, her palms were sweating and her heart was racing. As she raced to first block she tripped on a textbook and fell into the trash can. The trash can had a putrid smell of rotten tomatoes that made Nevaeh scowl. Everyone in the hall laughed and took pictures, Nevaeh’s face turned bright red. “Great,” she thought, “I will be the next trend in social media for the next day”.
Walking down the bustlingly halls of middle school sits a small frame girl almost in tears. Two feet from her stands a boisterous girl calling her hurtful names. Up comes along a courageous girl demanding for the girl to stop being a bully and calling her names. In return, the clamorous bully starts to torment the gutsy bystander. This scenario happens daily in schools, buses, and even at home.
It was first day of middle school, my mother used to pick me after school but now wasn 't able to so I had to start riding the bus. I 've never road the bus to my house before so I was scared. Once the bell rang for school to get let out I walked outside along with the other kids to find my bus, 210. I spent about 20 minutes looking for my bus
The summer of my freshman year I had gotten into my first high school fight. This kid that was on the football team did not like me and he wanted to fight me but I did not like to fight. I was called many names for not fighting him during the school year. I saw him in the summer and he yelled my name and called me a “wetback” .
Ringgg,” the starting bell rang. “Okay well I’m heading to class early because I don’t want to have a crappy seat for the rest of year, sitting next to a cute guy is a plus,” she winked at me as she started walking towards her first period. Before I could even turn to head to my class, I felt myself being shoved forward and catapulting straight into a trashcan. There goes my dignity, Mean Girls style. “Dammit freak, watch where you’re going,” says the douchebag that intentionally assaulted me.
“Bully” by Lee Hirsch: A Reflection Colleen Goff Department of Education, Eastern Connecticut State University EDU 696: Research and Readings Dr. Mark Fabrizi March 28, 2023 School has always been much more than instruction and learning. Americans spend much of their youth in school, surrounded by peers who are learning how to navigate the world alongside other children and young adults. The unique experiences we endure in school are often novel to us in the moment, and as we grow older, we can forget how challenging and scary it is to maneuver through the halls of elementary, middle, and high school. Those who are for fortunate enough may escape school without understanding two common experiences: being bullied and being
Rosselot Farms Bullying Essay School is a difficult time for students and parents alike. As parents are sending their kids off to school they are worrying and wondering if they are going to be successful, if they will make the right choices, and if they will make friends. For us students school is difficult not only because of studying and trying to get good grades, but also because we have the constant worry of “fitting in” or “being cool”.
The first day of middle school for me was both terrifying and exciting. I made a lot of new friends within the year. I remember the first day very well. I had woke up at 5;30 a.m. I was extremely tired.
According to Zooey Deschanel, nothing can be as hard as middle school. I was a big scaredy cat when I started middle school in 5th grade. My guts were flipping and flopping on that first day. Even though I didn’t know any teachers or friends, I made new friends and met new teachers. I had Mrs. Wherley as a homeroom teacher, she was nice as pie to me.
I was in kindergarten, it was a sunny evening after lunch. The whole class had a coloring assignment we were to color a picture of a dancing Elmo. I was sitting in the back of the classroom at a table for three. To the left of me, Sahara was sitting and on the right, was Ethan. The lights were off and the only light coming into the class was the sunlight through the open window.
It was during my middle school years, mainly in eighth grade when it all started. I was just your average teenager who only wanted to be happy. Now obviously I was extraordinarily happy. But that didn't last long for me. I was always bullied during years of endless school days but eventually it got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore.
To start off, this story takes place at burton elementary school I was in the 4th grade living my life like a normal boy would in the 4th grade. My fourth grade year was the most turnt of all my years in school still until this day the teacher was old and she was unable to control the class or nothing I stole a game board out of there and all but that's another story to tell. But i'm going to get into how the fight broke out between this boy name Jaylen and Robert. They started fighting because you know some of the other kids was picking on Jaylen and Robert was laughing at him an Jaylen told him shut his but up and Robert told him shut his but up like the back and forth thing was going on at that point so they decided since they talking