Today I was sitting at me table waiting for the bell the ring for class and I saw a kid that rides my bus eating by himself :/ it hurt my heart alittle because the Poole he calls friend ditched him and he's such a sweet kid! So today I asked him to come over and eat with us and he did :) he is a suppor funny kid and so very sweet and now we are friends :)

My boyfriend Kyle Barr, he's been bullied all his life. His father used to beat him and no one knew. When he got older kids would physically abuse him as in beatings and everything. The teachers would see it and do nothing. In fact they laughed along with the other kids. One nights he'd gotten so tired of being hurt by everyone around him he decided to try and kill himself. He took a knife and went straight for the heart. He missed and know has a permanent scar on his heart. If he gets his heart rate up too high he could die. So playing sports are limited and so is stress and anger. I hate the fact that they pushed him to his breaking point. To me he is the most perfect thing I've ever encountered on this planet. No one can compare to him. People who have been hurt the most give the most love and he shows me so much everyday. I wish people wouldn't treat others this way.

Everyone always says they want to fit in.  However, there are always those few kids who feel they will never fit in, no matter WHAT they do.  I was one of those kids.  I'm in grade 11 now and am perfectly fine with being different, because that's what makes me special!  I was always self conscious and afraid of what other people thought of me because I was always 'the NEW kid,' but now, I'm happy and proud of who I am, because so many wonderful people have helped me along.  My family moves around a lot; we've never lived somewhere longer than 5 years.  In the younger grades, there are those few outgoing kids that will come up and talk to you, get to know you.  But in high school, no one even bothers. I was always hearing people talk about me behind my back, making assumptions about me because I hadn't been with them for a long time and they didn't know me.  For the first month of being the new kid in high school, I kept to myself because nobody would talk to me.  Even some of the teachers didn't seem to notice I was there!  Eventually, I decided it was time to try and talk to someone and make some friends, instead of waiting for them to come to me.  But when I tried that, people STILL wouldn't talk to me, and I would still here rumors about me going around.  Things like: the weird girl, stupid, loser, loner; the list could go on forever.  I didn't feel like I could talk to my parents about it, so I just kept lying to them, making up friends, pretending I was loving this new school, new place, when really, I was feeling lonely and depressed.  Later on, I decided I would try again.  And I swear, it was a miracle, I actually found a small group of people that would talk to me!  I found out that in these situations, you just have to find those few people that don't care about not knowing you their whole lives, and people who will like you for YOU.  The won't create rumors, they'll ALWAYS stand by you, and they will NEVER judge you.  I am still really good friends with those few people who I did eventually make friends with, and I know I will never be part of the 'popular' crowd, and I am perfectly okay with that, because that's not who I am.  Sometimes, the people you THINK you want to fit in with, aren't the people you SHOULD be fitting in with.  Never give up hope of finding a FRIEND, because hey are out there, you just have to look hard enough.  I still occasionally get made fun of and picked on the 'popular' kids, but I know that I have friends who can help me through it.  I am not going to tell anyone who is being bullied in any way, shape, or form that ignoring it is going to help, because it doesn't; I've tried.  The best you can do is surround yourself with the people who love and care for you, and who you love and care for.  Talk to them, no matter how horrible or uncomfortable you feel, because NOTHING can help you more than LOVE, and KINDESS.  When you notice someone new, don't shy away from them, make them feel welcome.  After all, they just may be the most wonderful friend you could ever have.

Hi my name is Jordin and im 11 in 6th grade I was being bullied in 4th grade by Myra Mcpherson and it was so bad I wanted to kill myself so kids if your being bullied tell somebody tell a parent/or teacher

Nineteen months ago I embarked with my 15 year old super-special (because she’s not only super, she’s also uniquely beautiful and very special to me) daughter in  what would be the biggest adventure of her life – to leave the comfort zone of the special schools’ world to explore the ‘real’ world, leaving behind her cat, her daddy and her older sister.  Culturally we were leaving the Muslim world to return to Western society; geographically we were moving from the United Arabic Emirates to Australia.

Our goal  was to present her opportunities to develop her full potential, to socialise and to make friends, which wasn’t really happening inside the universe of special schooling – she has made a few great amazing friends there, but they were not able to meet very often. The most fearsome feature of this transition, as any special parent might imagine, was the high-risk of bumping into bullying, which had in the past made a huge damage to my daughter’s self esteem. All the love and care she received from the special school during her five years in the UAE healed all the scars, and the person returning to Australia was a very confident, talkative and opinionated (sometimes more than I wish) teenager.

To find the right school was a separate chapter, which I shall share on a future entry. For this post it should suffice to say that we chose what we believed to be the perfect place based on the school’s public statement:

The spirit which pervades every lesson and every day is one where the emerging adolescent can shed protective layers gathered to protect against negative influences such as bullying, peer pressure and mindless intellectual classes. They can be who they truly are, without ridicule or disrespect.

That was exactly what we were looking for! We had also some great references about the person who would potentially be her class guardian (it was a Steiner school, and every class has a guardian, who follows the class from year 7 until year 12). When we visited the place we discovered that the guardian we've heard about had left, but the two teachers who interviewed us seem to be lovely people, the place looked so beautiful, peacefully located in a big lush green area, there were all those little kids running around dressed in lots of colours, with huge smiles on their faces, and we even had a quick chat with a couple of teenager students, who sounded very confident and articulated. It really looked like the perfect school.

Unfortunately, time proved our judgement – and the school statement – to be flawed. Bullying entered my daughter’s life progressively, it started with the teasing about her beautiful Italian name, followed by the adoption of an insulting nickname, which lead her to radicalise and change her name to a common English name she believed would not attract scrutiny. Disgusting comments where also made routinely about her body appearance, she was been ridiculed in every single possible way.

Unaware of these events, I believed my daughter was in the safest haven on earth – she had a beautiful small group of friends, who received her each morning with happy smiles and warm hugs, it was just later that I realised that most of these students were also victims of bullying. My daughter’s class operated on an openly segregative way: there was the ‘popular’ group, comprised of bullies and bystanders, and the ‘ones who opted out’  group – most of whom were victimised by bullying.

My daughter would give me hints that things were not that perfect, like when she complained of one girl forcibly applying make-up on her during drama practice… I though the girl  was probably playing. But soon the bullying became explicit: one week later she was repeatedly kicked and spat by this girl,   on the same day that she was attacked by one of the boys of her class, armed with a pointy wooden stick. To avoid being stabbed she grabbed the stick midway, ending with an ugly splinter in her hand. She reported the cases to the class guardian, who told her – and me, later on the same day – that she should learn to deal with her own problems instead of running to him for help. Besides, we should not worry: he kept an eye on the boy, who behaved well after the 'incident', and that was the last day of school for the other girl – I wonder why. School never communicated me these or any other ‘incidents’  that came to their knowledge.

When I pushed for a meeting to discuss the issue, the class guardian and the teacher responsible for High School tried to convince me that I should consider moving my daughter to a Special Steiner school, where she would be ‘safe’.  It was clear to me that, for this school, the best way to deal with bullying was to send the student being bullied away. Their proposal was rejected, and I left the meeting convinced that, in order to keep her place at school, I should refrain my complaints. The situation was far from right, but after giving it a good though I came to conclude that, despite all the wrongness, my daughter was not unhappy. In a twisted and awkward way, she was accepted as part of a group (the ‘ones who opted out’), comprised of lovely girls whom she loved deeply. She constantly talked about her dream of completing year 12 and graduating with her friends. Maybe the guardian and the teacher were right, maybe I was being over-protective, so I decided that, as long as she was not exposed to real danger, I would keep my big mouth shut.

Bullying did not stop. Alongside the insults and name calling, the bullies started to throw stuff at her, inside and outside of class, and they would annoy her in every way that those who have been bullied one day can imagine. Observing everything from the distance, I could feel that the problem started to undermine her self confidence. She started to doubt her capabilities and to feel shy and afraid of talking to people. She also started to show an increasing level of aggression when we did not agree on things, which I though could be an effect of her age/adolescence – but now I see clearly that it was her way of releasing the pressure inflicted by bullying. The situation in her class was so bad that, since she joined school, two girls from her ‘group’ left, tired of being routinely bullied.

Slowly I returned to the routine of reporting ‘incidents’ to school and, differently from the guardian’s approach, the teacher responsible for high school now acknowledged the problem, assuring me that measures were being taken to guarantee the student’s safety. Whatever these measures were, they certainly did not work, as it came the day when my daughter was surrounded by boys with torches, threatening to set her on fire.  She was petrified with terror! How much worse things could get? An investigation was conducted and concluded that, although the boys denied, it was ‘high likely’ that the ‘incident’ occur, as my daughter was clear or her report and there was also a witness who confirmed her account.

As a new friend of mine said once, if someone have treated a dog this way, the person would certainly be charged on animal cruelty. These guys received a ‘caution’  and were told that their behaviour would be ‘closely monitored’ and any repetition or attempt to harm or intimidate my daughter would be punishable. How good is that? I could not understand how the school could be so soft in face of such horrific behaviour. But from that point on my daughter stopped reporting bullying, and I naively believed that the ‘caution’ had somehow worked. Not for too long…

One week after I discovered that the bullies’ top dog (who was, of course, also involved on the ‘fire incident’) has pushed my daughter down stairs after class. I reported the fact to the teacher, who promised to ‘investigate’ my new ‘allegations’ after the holidays. As far as we are aware, the school is still ‘investigating’ the case, almost one month after school has resumed. We decided not to send our daughter back to school after the holidays. The bullies are still there. And they will probably be until the end of high school, as I have just discovered that their ‘top dog’ is, in fact, the grandson of the school’s CEO.

We are trying to fix our attention on the bright side. As my Australian sister says: on the big frame of life, these episodes are going to be nothing but a grain of sand. Our goals have been achieved. Our daughter has made the best group of friends that anyone on earth could hope for, and I can see their friendship will flourish throughout their lives. Plus, and this is a BIG plus, despite all the pressure from bullying, the difficulties imposed from her special needs and the fact that she is coming from five years in a special school, she has shone as a real star at school, getting great reports even in academic subjects like English and Science. :)

Now 17, she is entitled to go to tertiary education, so next year she will enrol for a Certificate II in Animal Studies, which is her passion. Life goes on, and every single stone we have encountered along the way will be dealt as a lesson. The journey has been hard, but all the effort was certainly worth. My daughter is not only growing to be an independent human being, she also spreads love and hope throughout her way. To conclude, I'll leave you with a message received from one of her friends from school:

... you are right, the mission was definitely accomplished for her to find great friends that love and care for her, because we truly do! And with her positive energy and influence, I sure will keep it with me, because she really woke me up to reality and that she always finds the best in people and she is so caring and compassionate and that is what I love most about her and what I will miss most as well.

When I was in Kindergarden through 3rd grade I was in a school that made me feel misabrable. Lets just say that one girl's name was Jessica. I was in school one day in kindergarden minding my own bussiness and Jessica came up to me and said "Hey your not cool enough in my opinon that you can't be my friend!" I was like Ok. Then 1 week later a girl lets just say her name is Tracy. I asked Tracy "whens your birthday coming up again?" she said,"Oh your not invited to my birthday party Emily!" Then in 3rd grade a girl stepped on my hand with a high heel and said,"Little brat looks like your hands going be hurt oh sorry I meant your face!" I always went home crying. Then my parents talked with the school and the school said,"We'll handle the bullying." But they didn't. Then I went to a new school in fourth grade. The same thing happened a boy I am going to call him Henry would call me ugly and bring other kids into this. A girl name Heather lets just say would say," You know nobody likes you cause your stupid, strange, and the ugliest girl on the planet." But then I made a friend named Marissa she would stand up for me. Someone framed me by putting cut computer cords in my stuff. And Then in middle school the bullying got worse. I would come home crying everyday again. It got to the point where I had to go to the hosptile for depression and suicidal thoughts. We told the school and yet again they said,"We will try our best to stop the bullying." It never happened. It got to the point I started eatting lunch with my teacher who would always listen and stop the bullying. I absoutly adored her. She was the only teacher who I ever had who understood me. Then my parents told me I was going a boarding school. Then I went to a boarding school called Talisman Academy who changed me and made me stronger than ever before. Then the school shut down. And now I go to another boarding school that has a no bullying policy. I still get bullied but I am much stronger than before. It still hurts me but I don't let it bother me. I just stand tall and proud. I want to be that flower that can blossom. The strong beautiful flower that I can be.

so the other day i was in the line at lunch talking with my friends, when i saw one of the disable student try to talk to this group of people but all they did was turn their backs on her. so i went over and started talking to her and i said "there just people that don't understand but maybe if we try hard we can get them to" then I smiled and gave her a hug and when and got back in line. that girl is probably the coolest girl I have ever met and i was so glad I got to be the person to have a smile appear on her face :) it's time to be nice to one another no matter how different.

My name is Charlie and I'm a transgendered male. Ever since ive come out of the closet Ive felt more and more okay with being myself in the ways of my apperence and how I act. Other kids, didnt. I was beaten up and not allowed by other students to change for gym. Teachers shrugged it off, my mother and father cared little until I attempted suicide. They gave me full attention unlike my school who continued to shrug it off. They considered it fine and right in the world that is my life. I started putting full work into school to avoid other kids, but was then made fun of for being a nerd. I hated it. I went everywhere and fought for my right, the best they did was put me in a smaller school where kids with bullying issues and good grades go. I think its good for me but I know that if this is their sollution, every kid is gonna be put in that school and the cycle will continue.

Every school I've been to sense I was 12, I've been bullied badly. when i went into high school it only got worse. My last school, the one i was at before i came to the one im at, i was bullied so badly i tryed to commit suicide. I felt so alone. It was always a fight for me to stay positive, but now it's hard for me to stay happy about things but i know this is a battle i cant win on my own. As long as i have my friends i know i can win my battle against this feeling of darkness inside of me. It hurts and sometimes i wanna give in and quit, but then my friends remind me the fights worth it, so I'm still fighting and holding on just for them and others to.

My story all began in the 8th grade when I first got an app called ask.fm where you could ask people anonymously questions. Not knowing I didn't think this app could get out of hand. When I first got this app it started out as an innocent thing I would get questions like "what's your favorite color" and things like that. It soon escalated to "you're a slut, you're a whore, skank". I just ignored it and didn't think it was that big of deal so I deleted my ask. Later on in the year during summer ask.fm became really popular again so I decided to get another one. Things started out normal then a couple of weeks later things got out of hand. It all started out when I had kissed this guy and this other boy who liked me got upset and decided to get his friends and my friends against me. The anonymous questions questions would say "go cut yourself, kill yourself, you don't deserve to be here, move out of the country nobody likes you". I soon realized that all of the people that we're doing this was my supposable "friends/bestfriends". I found out who the people were because they weren't just on anonymous and the texts from the people said the same thing as they did in the questions I got. The bullying then continued to text messages and phone calls getting worse and worse. I never thought that this would end. I thought I was alone and I didn't want my family to know because I thought they would be ashamed of me. I would constantly feel alone and depressed all the time. When it got to a point where I was constantly thinking about suicide and self harm my friend and it had told my parents what had been going on because I just couldn't do it myself. My parents thought the best thing for me was to go to counseling so I did. I only had one friend at this point and she ended up turning on me later. Due to the bullying, I asked my parents if they could send me to my grandparents for a couple of weeks and they did. When I had gotten back my parents as well as I confronted the parents of the bully's but the parents were completely oblivious and didn't care. I didn't understand how the kids who had been doing this to me didn't care and didn't know how much it affected me. I then switched high schools and continued to go see a counselor. After I switched high schools thinking it would get better I found out that people were still talking bad about me at the other high school starting rumors that "I'm bipolar and take pills for being bipolar" and more. To this day I've realized who my real friends are and I've realized that I need to take action sooner than later when it comes to incidents like this.