The first time it happend I was about 10. I didn't know what bullying really was and im sure the person who did it didn't either. Being a girl from a small town everyone seemed to get along with everyone. Once I hit middle school I shrugged off bullying because I just wanted to be me. I now stand up for anyone and everyone who is bullied. I know what It feels like and I know what to do.Bullying isn't something that happens to everyone. I have been living with bullying my whole life and now im ready for a change. It all needs to stop. Lets all take a stand :)

At first I reported incidence of bullying to the school and just like the individuals in the movie nothing was done about the situation.  I was in upper middle school at the time after moving from one town to another; not because of bullying but because of my dad's dream of being on a farm (type) of environment.

I had come from a suburban city type of environment where there was bullying but it was rare at my school anyways.  Moving to a new school meant having to make new friends and that was something I didn't do well. It started with me being on the bus and I reported things to the principle and teachers.

One day in 5th grade a bully was picking on me.  Same type of situations stated in the movie.  The only thing is is that I kicked the bully in the leg with my corrective shoes that I had to wear to correct a problem with my feet.  The shoes were hard at the tip so when I kicked the bully it hurt him and he reported it to the teacher.  The teacher then stated to the bully, "you are the one that's bullying him it's no wonder he kicked you."  The teacher not doing anything about the situation; I sat back in my desk and the student I kicked for defending myself then chose to attempt to kick me through my desk.  He bearly succeeded but did succeed in kicking me. 

Situations escalated as years progressed.  I continued to report the situations all throughout middle school but nothing was done about them.

Situations exactly the same as what is in the Bully movie.  Ultimately in High school I did not report anything and there was even more bullying being done by classmates.  In the worst of it there was a substitute teacher being put in place of the regular teacher who was taking a leave of absence for medical issues.

In this class was the worst of the entire class as the first day of the substitute being there; spit balls everyday for six months were being thrown not only at me but all over the class mostly centering on me and the teacher.  Desks thrown all over the class, chairs, and other objects in class room.  Ultimately in a last ditch effort to fit in as I had not participated in their escapades until now; I threw one spit ball at someone.  Albeit was a small spit ball I still threw it and they ratted on me to the substitute teacher.  The substitute teacher being hundreds of spit balls already on the floor and desks still out of place because everyday the students would throw them out of place; the students ratted to the sub on me for throwing one spit ball.  I then got scolded by the sub and was told to pick up my one spit ball out of the hundreds that were on the floor already.  Screaming in class, throwing desks, as well as spit balls.  One day a student threw one big spit ball at me and it hit me in the right side of my glasses and stuck there.  Everyone in the class laughed but it made me run out of the class in tears to the counselor where we supposedly attempted to get me out of that class.  But supposedly I was "locked in" that class and could not get out of it.

Situations as stated in the movie went on for years.  The worst it got was in the case in point stated above in the previous class "English." The teacher eventually came back.  And although things quieted down much there still were some issues.  I couldn't wait to get out of high-school.  I was told at my senior year that I could graduate in January because of early graduation credits were enough to where I could do this.  So I did.  I didn't go to my graduation ceremony. 

Just to let everyone know my dad married my mothers sister after my mother passed away of cancer when I was 16.  It made for an interesting situation and an interesting future for I had no future.  I learned nothing in school and it was the biggest waste of time I think I will ever go through.

I ultimately took and was the bully myself for up until such time as my mother passed away I was the bully to my grandmother.  Virtually everyday screaming and throwing pillows at my grandmother; I too had the honor of being the bully that I so hated going to school for being picked on. 

After my dad married my aunt things only got worse with the relationship between my dad, aunt, grandmother and school.  After I turned 18 I left my dads house and moved in on my own only to move back in with my dad after I turned 19 because I couldn't afford the rent.  Things got worse with my life after I turned 20 and although I care not to go into details after I turned 20; I feel I am forever scarred by the bullying as well as me being the bully.  I liked being the bully but hated being bullied. 

I do not endorse bullying anymore nor did I then I was just a kid not really understanding the difference between the two for I had fun bullying but it was not fun to be bullied.  I have a unique perspective on things having had been both but if you bully a person may commit suicide.  I know I thought of it and tried it twice.  I am now on medication and on disability for psych illnesses.

I have a weird family, it was a weird school, and me, I have turned out to be somewhat weird.  It's the way its always been for me in life; except before the age of 10 when we still lived in a suburban city life.  I still remain confused as to weather I like living the suburban life or farm type of lifestyle.  I have also considered myself bi-sexual or perhaps even more; its difficult to ascertain as to what I am actually.  That is also confused.

And to answer the question of if I was sexually molested.  I was at the age of about 5 but I do not consider it a big deal.  It was between a 13 year old family member and me 5 years old.  Just a highly sexual teen I suppose.  But it was two teenagers that picked on me in the suburban lifestyle too.  Two teens on the same block as me just a few house down from where I was.  I was scared of these two.  Very scared.  My mother tried to do something about the situation but with no avail.  They still bullied me.

I hope that some of what I say helps some folks out.  My situation is slightly different than most.  But what goes around comes around saying is true.

Take care all.

Love,

This year in the 7th grade my first year at this new school. I was scared and worried. But to tell you the truth I did pretty well with friends. I am not shy at all!! Around halfway through the school year this kid (NOT A GIRL LIKE ME) started calling me a name! Throughout a few weeks he would walk by me with his friends or I would walk by him and every single Time I would be called that name and laughed at. At first I was like Whatever not a big deal. but after a while something like that gets to you and you can't help it. It eventually got to the point were I was not acting like myself. I would be hiding in the girls bathroom whenever I saw him and his ""group"". I felt like everyone was against me! It is the worst feeling! But the story gets better from now on. Eventually I had told my mom. We decided to contact the school principle. He immediately contacted the boy. BUT the BOY kept' it up!! He came up to me and angrily got aim my face and asked why I had done it!! He screamed and yelled!! My mom angrily called the principle an told him again! This time the boy got in so much trouble that if he ever came up to me he would get expelled! Now to this day I am free of this feeling and him!

I have managed to live through the bullying that has happened all throughout my life and I will probably happen for the rest of my life. I grew up in a home filled with abuse and have gone to schools filled with nothing but abuse with bullying. My home was filled with verbal, emotional and physical abuse that came from my parents. Their abuse was caused by their faltering marriage and the bullying at school. When I was younger I would go to school everyday to only get verbal and physical abuse from kids, while I was at recess a whole bunch of boys would gang up on me; throwing rocks and jeering at me. I would be standing their waiting for the teacher to notice but after 5 minutes she never did, so I finally gave up and threw a punch to get them to back off. That was when the teacher finally noticed and I was the one to get in trouble. Throughout elementary and middle school I had to deal with detention, taunts, things thrown at me, mockery and everything you could imagine during school. Then when I got home I had to deal with my parents punishments, verbal abuse of why I can't be the perfect daughter, their emotional abuse and then my fathers physical abuse of a leather belt across my bare buttocks 13 times in a row and a wooden paddle across it as well. My mother also broke wooden and plastic spatulas or spoons over my bare buttocks. It didn't where I went whether it be school or home I could not get away from the bullying. I started harming myself in middle school by giving myself deep eraser burns on my left hand (the scars are still there). By the time high school came things were a little more easier to deal with. My parents divorced and become a little bit better at being parents. I changed to a new school filled with mostly Mormons, which for me was a good thing, because even though people were still bully's they did it behind my back and left me alone. I still had problems here and there during high school but I knew I could escape them by going to the Art Room, where my best friend (a teacher) was to help me through my problems. I would stay after school for 3-4 hours to escape my mothers house and talk my problems out with my Art teacher. If it wasn't for my Art teacher I wouldn't be the person I am today. My home life, living with my mother, was terrible. Her verbal and mental abuse still kept going and the physical abuse came up once in awhile. My mother would never stop bashing me for not being like my sister, who was all sweet and innocent, listened, wore colored clothing, outgoing, willing to do anything to please others, and showed her emotions. I'm sorry if I was going through an angry-goth phase, with no emotions and wouldn't listen. I was tired of my mothers attitude and getting pushed around. I was getting tired of trying to please her, which is impossible. Eventually, my mom and I stopped having a decent relationship. We started fighting and arguing more and more as the years progressed. Our fights become so physical we were throwing each other around the room and breaking furniture while we were at it. There was not a day that went by that did not have any sort of yelling or abuse. My freshman I developed an anxiety order called, Trichotillomania, which is a hair-pulling disorder. My sophmore year I started cutting myself with anything sharp, because I couldn't get my emotions out well enough and they hurted so much I wanted them gone. At that time, the cutting felt good because the emotions of anger, hurt, disappointment, sadness, loneliness and everything else went away with the blood dripping down my forearm. My senior year years things became worse and worse and worse. I was cutting more and this time it went to my thigh to conceal it better because I was no longer wearing arm warmers and mom knew if i cut myself I would wear them or long-sleeve shirts. It was then I started hiding with pants. My mom started getting me thrown on so many depression pills to where I became bipolar and eventually she found the cuts on my leg and freaked out that they weren't just barely nicking the skin. They became 2 centimeters deep. So my father, without looking at them, helped mother throw me into a psych ward. Where my self-esteem disappeared. I was treated like an animal but with a few lies I got out of there within a week. I got back to school and went straight for my Art teacher and it was then I week later my teacher helped me finally realize that I didn't have to please everyone. I finally became my own person and didn't care what others think. I mean yeah it still hurt that mother doesn't love me for who am, but my father started liking me more because I became more mature and became my own person. Yeah, the cutting still continued but after my parents throwing me into the psych ward for the second time. I stopped cutting after my parents aand the psych ward found out that I didn't need to be on the 12 different pills. I got cut down to 5 pills and gained 20 pounds. I was only on those meds because my mother was trying to fix me and turn me into the daughter she has always wanted. I am now in college and still deal with a few things but things are so much better. I have a couple bullys here and there but right now my bully is my mother. I only see her once a month to get food now, ever since I got my own cell phone. I got tired of her getting upset with me and shutting the phone off. The second time she shut it off, I went to Boost and got myself an android. Now she is upset that I left her a two year contract, when it was her fault. She still tries to control me but so far it is not working. I have a wonderful boyfriend now who understands me, I have stopped hurting myself, except for the occasional Trichotillomania that acts up, but is pretty controlled now thanks to my nicotine addiction and my boyfriend. 

I found out with a little bit of guidance to be yourself, not give people the satisfaction they want, don't care what others think and stand up for yourself. To this current day, at the age of 20, I stand up for myself and others when it comes to bullying. I also report the bullying acts to the dean of my college and I am working on getting the activities people to bring in an event to bring awareness to bullying.

For those looking for a little wisdom, just be yourself and don't care what other people think of you. All that matters is what you think about yourself.

I had a friend for a few years in high school who was known for being very horrible to people she didn't like. After about two years of hanging out with her i realized every time she got a boyfriend she never wanted to talk to anyone else but him and his friends. I got really tired of always being pushed to the side. so one day i decided to tell her that i didn't really want to be friends anymore. At first it started with always commenting negatively on my facebook statuses. It slowly escalated to her having everyone she knew call me mean names as i walked down the hallway. Other people told me that I was all she ever talked about. Which is a little stalker-ish. In a negative way of course. Her and her sister would call me goat face and shed talk about how fat i was. I decided to go to the school about it. I told my guidance counselor about how she was basically harassing me. He talked to her and he told me if she ever said anything to me ever again to tell him. Of course, she did. She decided to scream at me for telling on her. She told me she was going to call the police on me for bullying her. I told my principle about it and i had the second school restraining order since i had been there. She would have gotten much worse but she was graduating early in less than a week. It took me almost four months to get her away from me. Nothing she ever said to me or anyone else said to me really hurt me. It was more annoying than anything.

My story all started in the 7th grade. Now my school isn't the greatest, or most trustworthy school. We always have fights, drugs, and the teachers are more interested in keeping their job. So it didn't surprise me that we had a "talk" almost every week. Ok so back to the story. Everyone has that one friend that you trust with all your heart but somehow you breakup, or she/he leaves, or she turn on you. I had that friend I won't be saying names but it was a girl. She was a lot like me and we never argued about anything. We were friends for years. One day she must of got mad at me I still don't know why, she won't tell me. And she shared some of my secrets that I shared with her. Everyone has a rough patch in their life and I just went through mine early...really early. I drank alcohol a lot, and lied even more. After the first fight we had, I went to school and found everyone whispering and staring at me. I went up to my other friend and asked whats up with everyone. She told me that lets call her girl 1, had shared about the alcohol and even made up rumors that I slept with guys, and had done drugs. Which I had never done. The school didn't really care no matter what happened and just shrugged it off. I lost half of my friends because of the rumors and only had two friends left who knew the real truth. I was made fun of, and judged everyday. There was this thing at my school called 'tazering' which is when someone would get to fingers and put them under your ribcage and push upwards to someone else. Half of the boys in school did that to me. I got bruises because of it. I hated going to school I would pretend I was sick to get out of it. Me and my mother aren't very close so I never told her what was happening, and I don't know my father. It go so bad that I tried to commit suicide.. three times. All the times failed because I just couldn't do that to my family, I kept thinking I was being selfish and stupid. I finally got the guts to tell my mom. That was the best decision I have ever made; she tried talking to the school but they didn't do anything. My mom was so mad at the school that she didn't allow them to talk to me in private because she didn't trust them. But my school didn't listen they made me talk to girl 1 and that sent me off the edge, I was caught trying to hang myself with a scarf. After that my mom dropped me out of school, I am currently going to online school. And we are moving in July. I never want this to happen to anyone. Either if you are a victim or a bystander. Please stand up to the bully and don't let them win! Hundreds of kids everyday commit suicide from bullying. Either if you see it on the internet, physically, or hear it, tell someone or stand up. Because I am very happy to be living, and I wish that the kids that have passed could of had the help of friends, parents, teachers, peers, just anyone to still be living. I hate to think that people are dying , and want it to stop so please I beg you to help me bring a stop to it. 

When i first started high school, there was a time when a student tried to bully me, talk down to me, or make me feel unwanted. It was always science class is when he tried to do this towards me. For me, before things in my life went sour towards my own decisions; i loved helping other students out. There were seniors in my class that needed help with some basic science, so i always helped them, gave them pointers. They were the ones that stopped that young man from ever starting anymore hate towards me because i was different. I always had two to three seniors always on my side to help me in the time of need because i helped them. I thank them, even though i can not remember their names but i take that lesson with me. After that year i moved to a different school because of family and i took that with me. Anytime i saw someone in need i stood by that person as did those seniors did for me in my past school.

Erik Walsh

September 2012, I got in a huge fight at a party because my friend decided to hit her boyfriend, I only try to stop the fight but end up being a victim of cyber-bullied by my ex boyfriend and his friends. See my boyfriend really bought insecurity to my life and always cheated on my so one day I decided to seek revenge and cheat on him as well and it led me getting a punch right in my face when he found out. Back to the story, after the fight it was my ex boyfriend and his friends party and they got so mad and went on twitter on started bashing everyone who was involved but for some reason I was the main person they talk about. They went overboard started lying and telling twitter how I sleep around, and i'm a leader and at young adult church and they started tweeting how after church is done I will have sex with this person and that person and it was sooooo not true, I even had folks that I don't even know joining in lying and saying "I slept with her to", I was so confused and had no one to talk to. I just kept praying asking Lord not for my ex boyfriend to not jump in and guess what he did and EXPOSED ME! Talk about my hidden secrets, and made my past look like the future. I never felt so disgusted in my life, they went in till 1am. They even made my sister cry because she was so hurt on what they said about me. The next day I thought I was gonna go to school and everyone will forget. No one talk to me. For months, I was alone, guys were trying to talk to me just to have sex and I even got kick out of this gospel group i'm in because they thought I would ruin the image of a Christian. I thought the storm would never go away but one thing I refused to do was give up. I refused to leave schools, or environments, in fact through me tears and sadness at night I made sure I smiled in the public because I didnt want those guys to win! and now i'm standing strong as ever, I still have people talking about me but I always shake it off. You can't let people win when it comes to things like this, the storm may be extremely long but it really won't last always. I'm one of the bravest people in the world now because I allowed God to fight my battles, don't be afraid, and if you fall get right back up!   

I have been bullied for as long as I can remember. I'm now 25 years old, but ever since I started gaining weight at age 11. Due to issues at home, I started eating my emotions, and it soon started to show. Everyone in my family is skinny, except me. I became insecure about myself, and was soon a target for bullying. Even my family bullied me without realizing that thats what they were doing. I'm not from the United States, and at age 16 I came to the US for an exchange year. While I wasn't bullied here, I still noticed how people looked at me. The family I lived with were all bigger people. They taught me that looks don't matter, than I am my own person no matter what anyone else said. If it wasn't for that year, I don't know where I'd be now. I'm now a US citizen, and have surrounded myself with people that don't care what size I am, and will never try to put me down for being myself. When I go back home, I still get all the comments, and people don't realize words can hurt, and are considered bullying. Bullying hits close to home because my husband and I were both bullied. From experiences, teachers looked the other way and principals didn't do anything when bullying happened. My older brother would stand up to me if he was nearby, and one day he broke someone's finger for pushing me in the hallway at school. My brother got suspended, nothing happened to the kid that pushed me. He didn't break the kid's finger on purpose, he just pushed him back and the kid fell. To me, that is a problem. It encourages kids to not do anyting when they are bullied. They later talked it out, and became friends. The kid apologized to me, not realizing that was he was doing was bullying. This project is amazing. It finally shed light on something that many people turned a blind eye to. It also makes kids today stop and think about how they act and what they do. I will fight everyday to stop bullying. Even if I can only stop 1 person from being bullied, then  I was successful.