ever since 5th grade i'v always been put down based on my looks and was told I wasn't pretty like the other girls, it didn't help that at the time, I had lost my grandfather, someone so dear to me. I fell into a depression and began self-harming myself, my so called "friends" would call me emo or goth and make fun of how I would always looked depressed, what they didn't know was that their words cut deeper then the blade I would use to cut myself, I did from time to time I considered taking my own life. I would tell myself "life would be so much better if I was dead, I would be with my grandpa up in heaven and everything would be okay...." but then I thought about my mom, how would she feel? my mother helped me through a lot she is my rock, my everything. I am now 17, it's been almost 7 years since i lived that nightmare, and I couldn't of gone through it if it wasn't for my mother, my rock my everything. speak up and have your voice heard, talk to a parent because keeping it bottled in or self-harming isn't the answer.

When I was in second grade there were two girls that my classmates and I picked on.  We were rude to them saying they had cooties and shunned them.  One day one of the girls had enough and broke down in tears after recess was over.  When Mrs. Williams learned what happened she had the two girls out of the class then let us have it.  She was so angry and disappointed with us.  She made it very clear to us how horrible our behavior was and how severely it impacted these two girls. 

Our class received the message and our class continued our elementary education free from bullying.

In september of 2012 I had entered my first year of highschool, it was very intimidating and very overwhelming. I can't erase my past of me being a bully, so that followed me into my highschool years. I didn't make that many friends, right at the start. I stuck with my old ones from elemnetary. Everything was going decently. Until people that didn't like me in elemetary school, told other people of my past. I got picked on, a lot. I tried my best to fit in. The people that are thought were my friends, told me that they were ashamed to be seen with me because of what people said, I got called everything you could think of, by almost everyone I knew. I made one really awesome friend, that didn't care what others thought. Eventually things got worse, I tried to kill myself, and I started cutting. I started getting in physical altercations with other people, I got suspened over three times, trying to stand up for myself. Over time in grade nine, it was the worst of its has ever been, every where I went I was tormented. From puking sounds as I walked through the hallway, to rude remarks on what I was wearing. I really started to hate life, I tried t kill myself twice. But then this guy at my school kinda made me feel a little bit better, we eventually started a relationship, and it was amazing. My bestfriend was always by my side, but the bullying never stopped. In the weeks from December 2012 & March 2013 , I had got into really bad verbal altercations with these group of girls, that eventually led to a physical fight, where i hurt them really bad, but I didn't feel, bad I felt they got what the deserved. Obviously I had gotten expelled and sent to another school, which made my life a whole lot better! The bullying is not as severe, as it was before. I actually want to go to school. I made a ton of friends. Now th bullying that occurs if from people that aren't willing to accept change. Now I am happy & I feel like i belong where I am now.

In September of 2012 I said that my freshman year was going to be the best year of high school. For a couple of months it was because I was really popular at school. But 2013 turned that happiness around. People that I thought were my friends talked about me behind my back and spread rumors about me. I thought I could trust some people , but in the end I was manipulated making my life even worse. Everyone called me a slut , whore, bitch , everything you could possibly thing of. I ignored their words at first because its just talk right? Every word they said just went in one ear and out the other, but after a while I couldn't hold my emotions in anymore. I was broken down because I knew no one would be on my side. People now had this image that I was weak, and vunerable, so they attacked me even more. One day in science , a girl came up to me and said "You know what Nadyah , you are absolutely beautiful , and whatever these people are saying is b.s! You cant let them get you down , you are too pretty for all of this. Just put a smile on your face and they will leave you alone." I will never forget that day because this was someone who I didn't even know and she cared so much about me. We soon became friends and she stuck up for me whenever someone even mentioned my name. Without her I would have never gotten the help I needed, and probably would have ended it all. So I would say to anyone reading this ... please don't be a bystander , if you see someone upset , try to comfort them because who knows , you could be saving someones life.

so when i was in the third grade this girl used to bully me around call me freak nerd looser and much more si everyday that she would hit me i would go home to my small corner in my room and take a knife or blade whatever i could find and i would cut a line in my finger and everyday she hit me i woukd do thatvand with the blood on my finger i would make marks on my wall and that didnt stop until sixth grade because i went to a smarter class and thats all but sometimes i dream about her killing me now im in 10th grade and im stillbeing called names freak emo things like that can hurt people 

Throughout elementary school I was bullied by people who I called friends. They would call me names and blame me for things I didn't do just so I would get in trouble at school and home. Nearing the end of elementary things began to get better. The first day of high school the people I called friends abandoned me, I was left alone in a big school I had never been to before. It was scary. The older students would push me into lockers, call me weird, call me a freak. Sometimes they would approach me with their friends and call me names until I had to run away and cry. I became depressed and developed problems with socializing. I thought about suicide and have even self-harmed. I thought that things would never get better for me and that the only thing I would ever know was what these people made me feel. I was wrong. I was approached by a girl one day and we ended up becoming best friends. Her friends then became my friends too. Now the things that people say to me or about me don't mean anything because I have loving, supportive friends who tell me that these bullies are wrong. If you're being bullied it may feel like you can't do it anymore but you're stronger than the bullies. Nothing they say or do to you now will matter in the long run. Bullies bully because they need to feel better about themselves. Stand up for yourself. Don't give them the satisfaction of hurting you. I bet anyone reading this is a strong, beautiful, person and I know they can make it through anything and everything. Find those that will love and support you. Reach out. Don't give up.

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When I was in 5th grade, I was actually bullied by a teacher. At first she didn't have any problems with me, but then she found out that my parents were gay. Once she found out, she started acting differently toward me. There was a girl in class who would pick on me and then run sobbing to her saying that I was picking on her, and Mrs. T would believe her every time. There's one incident of Mrs. T's prejudice that really sticks out in my mind seven years later. One day when I said something particularly smart she remarked, "Your father must be very smart." Right. Because God forbid my mother taught me anything.
Anyway, the past is behind me now. I learned how to stand up for myself and bullies didn't bother me too often after 5th grade. The reason why I will never ever forget this once instance of a teacher bullying a student is that I am going to be a teacher someday. Obviously I would never bully a student, but if a student comes to me in confidence and says that another teacher is making their life difficult, you best believe I'll be looking into it. Miss Schave is not going to have any bullies in her classroom if she can help it. 

I have an older brother named Michael. He was born with Asperger's Syndrome. For those who don't know what that is, it is in the same family as Autism but he is high functioning which means he is capable of living on his own and taking care of himself. As many of you know, anyone in this world who is the slightest bit different ends up being picked on. The worse years of my brother's life were in middle school. He was being picked on daily by both boys and girls because he was different. He would try his best to fit in but it just didn't work. He couldn't even make any friends. He took in all of the bullying and came home everyday and just got so angry at everything. He would fight with my parents every day about not doing his homework. It was sad for me to watch but I was still young so I didn't really know what was going on. At the end of his 8th grade year he decided to have a party and invite almost everyone in his grade to our house. We bought a football and soccer ball and all kinds of drinks and food. When the day of the party came, nobody showed up. He was kind of friends with one kid in his grade rand that kid didn't even show up until an hour later. I watched as my mom sat out in the front yard crying because not a single person showed up. That was when I realized how bad the bullying was. Thankfully when he got in high school, he went into the culinary trade and became happy again. That was also when my parents started understanding what Asperger's was and now he is in college and has a job and drives. I am very proud of how much he has accomplished with his disability. 

So here's my bully story. It all started when I got separated from my friends. I had no one there for me. So I was entering the worst years of my life. I went into middle school. I had so much stress on my chest. I was a punching bag. Physically and emotionally i was getting this abuse. It started because of my hygiene. It was very low because my mother could never afford hot water. So i could barely shower or brush my teeth and they would make fun of what i would wear. It was a daily thing and these emotions were built up that i never wanted to see that school. Never again.. I missed a total of 3 months of school. I told my mom some other excuses why i didn't want to go. Then I was transferred after i broke down to her telling her the real story. She broke down with me. Then the rest of my year went smooth. After barely passing the 6th grade. The second week of school, my mother got a call from the office saying that "your son is in our clinic and has been hit in the face by some other student." She rushed there. She saw me breaking down. I told her everything was alright. She never thought it would be happening again. I just had enough that day, I cried for a couple of days. I never rode that bus ever again. But after a good five years from those incidents. I still cry because those are scars that are forever going to be with me. I just want to vent to you guys today. Well good luck with your project. I am going to be supporting you from now on until the bullying stops!