Every since maybe around the first grade; heck even in
kindergarten, all we have ever heard was that School felt like the worst place
on Earth. We have always hated, despised, and cursed this “Institution of Learning”.
Well, Everyone except me.
I
looked kinda like a “chubby pudgy” kid growing up, and seemed to have always been
kinda lazy. My home life at the time was not what you would call fun. It consisted
of chores, TV, and loneliness. My parents were always fighting at the time
about money problems and other such matters. I stayed as the child stuck in the
middle, along with two younger siblings to share my sadness with. It’s not like
I was a slave to my parents or anything like that it just that I always stayed
at home, stuck myself inside and either cleaned up my room, (which never got
clean), or watched a little bit of TV. I
was a sad fat kid at that age.
But
once I began going to school, I felt so much happier. I began to make friends,
a luxury that I never had before school. I learned what to have fun was all
about. Fun felt more like more than just sitting down watching Popeye re-runs
and playing with Lego Blocks all day; I learned that fun was related to hanging
out with friends, and being able to be yourself around them. I learned how to
play well with other children and how to use my imagination to go on adventures
with my friends. School to me seemed as a sanctuary of happiness, and I loved
every minute of it.
But then it all changed when reality attacked. What I
mean by reality is that I learned of the truth behind everything I thought I
knew. I learned that these so-called friends of mine only acquainted with me so
that they could humiliate me. My “friends” would laugh at me and call me mean
names (like “Fatso”, “Pudgy”, etc.), just for the fun of it. I became the
classroom`s verbal punching bag just for being who I was. This was in no way
fair.
The worst part is that I never did anything
about it. I just stood there and took it. This only egged those jerks on and
the verbal abuse got worse.
It
had gotten to the point that I nearly exploded with bottled up anger one day,
and the only thing that stopped me that day from going Ape-Shit on those jerks was
that my dad saw what was happening to me. He came to me and told me that the
same thing happened to him at my age. He told me that he overcame all that
bullying by just ignoring it and using it as incentive to better himself and
this gave those people nothing to bully him for. He became one of the coolest
and nicest people of his school, and the bullies faded into nothing. I followed
his advice, and now I’ve grown, and those bullies become nothing but low-life
nobodies and I had won against their stupid bullying.
I
hope my story helps others see that those bullies are nothing but
“butt-nuggets” or stupid jerks, that just want to see you fall. But, I you
continue to rise after each fall; they would begin to forget about you. To
them, you’re nothing but a stubborn kid that won’t take their shit anymore. You
will have one against them and bullying, just like I have.
I find this very true. A bully will only have as much power as you allow him to.
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