I suffer from schizophrenia I remember one time I wanted to hurt somebody I went to north Medford high school it was at lunch and I saw my friend get hit with ranch right in the side of his face. soon after somebody hit me with a ranch container.I stood up and was about to humiliate the guy but I think it got to me. me and my friend left the scene and while everybody was laughing I was humiliated and very angry I remember kicking a locked bathroom stall open and so that is my story I am a very gentile guy but unfortunately people aren't as cool as they think. I am actually a very peaceful guy with a big heart thank you for reading this...

I was bullied all through school until the 8th grade and finally I snapped  and broke the bullies nose with the pad lock of my locker.  After that I would get into fights all the time because I never wanted to be a victim again .that caused a lot problems for me because I was always getting into trouble for fighting . I went through 2 years of counciling to stop fighting and was a peaceful person before I got bullied

My sisters and I were bullied because we lived in a run down trailer.  Our home was called the town dump.  Although I did have a group of very close friends, school was difficult because of the fear of what might happen.  I began to defend myself because I didn't feel the teachers protected us.  One time, I was beat up, but the teacher scolded me because I had left the wall of the school building knowing I could potentially be attacked.  I became a teacher and my past has helped me to build strong relationships with my students.  I want them to be able to trust me that I will do everything in my power to protect them and provide them a safe place to learn and thrive.

In second grade, I was the new girl in school. Moving to a small town, I thought I would be able to make friends easily. Wrong. A week into being in a new school, I was bullied. I was called weird, fat, stupid, ugly, etc. I was even getting beat up. This went on through middle school as well. I didn't make friends until the 8th grade. I was happier that year, I had a good group of friends, and I wasn't getting called names as much (except fat). One day, when I was in drafting class, that great group of friends of mine wrote a note telling me how much they hated me and they didn't want to be my friend anymore. I ran out of class and into the girls bathroom and sobbed for hours. I didn't want to leave. Since I had been a cutter for years, I cut just to make the pain go away. High school wasn't much better. I only had a few friends, but, I was bullied by my peers and the upperclassmen. I was told I get uglier every year, and that I was so fat, no one would want me. No one did want me. I didn't date at all in high school. Junior year, the bullying was getting worse. I decided to overdose while in school. The school officials called the ambulance and I was rushed to the hospital. Soon after, I was put in the psychiatric hospital. When I was released, I had to go to outpatient therapy for 6 months. People at school found out and made fun of me for going to a psychiatric hospital. I had become so numb by the torment, I had no more tears left to cry. I just shut down. I was diagnosed with severe depression. Senior year, I decided that I would just keep a low profile. I would just stay out of everyone's way and not talk to anyone. The first day of school, people were nice to me. I was shocked. This went on for a few months. It looked like things were looking up. In December of 2001, 2 weeks before my 18th birthday, the popular crowd spread rumors that I was a part of the trench coat mafia and I was going to blow up the school. The principal and school psychologist pulled me out of class and escorted me down to the office. I had no idea what was going on. When they sat me down and told me what was going on, I was shocked. I told them I never made such a threat, and would never make those kind of threats. I told them, I'd rather kill myself before hurting anyone else because everyone would be better off without me. The principal told me that the cops are here to arrest me. I became very scared. No one believed me. I took a letter opener from the principals desk and threatened to slice my throat open. They called the ambulance and I was brought to the hospital. A week later, I was home watching tv, and the principal called. He told my dad that I was suspended from school, and that I was completely insane and that I needed to be put somewhere. My dad told me what he said, and I became sick to my stomach. In a few days, I was going to be 18 years old, and to have the principal say that and to have no one believe me, just made me die inside. I told my dad that I wanted to sue the school system. My 18th birthday, out of the 25-30 people I invited, one showed up.
After Christmas break, we sat down with school officials, and I told them that I am contacting a lawyer and I was planning on suing the school system. They became nervous, and they decided to send me to a psychiatric school so I could finish out my senior year and graduate high school. They paid for my schooling. During the middle of the summer, I received word that the principal and vice principal were fired due to how they handled the situation. My family got an apology from the new principal. This did not change the opinion of those in my small town. I couldn't go anywhere without getting reactions. I was not only bullied out of school, I was bullied out of town.
I'm 30 years old, and the horror I suffered during my childhood still haunts me. When you are bullied in this kind of magnitude, it sticks with you forever. Kids can be very very cruel, and they have no idea how what they say and do can hurt and kill their peers. I almost did succeed in a few of my suicide attempts. One of the times that I was in the ER for overdosing, I was told that I almost died. I remember telling the doctor, "next time I'll try harder." Now that I'm an adult, I want to help children and teens who have been bullied. Children and teens, you are NOT alone. I have been there, and understand the pain, the hopelessness, and the desperation. All is not hopeless though. You don't have to take what your bullies hand out to you. You have the strength inside you to change things. Believe in yourself because you are part of the group that can change the world. You have a place in this world, and a place in my heart. Bullying needs to be stopped. Schools need to adopt a zero tolerance attitude towards bullying.

I had a lot of friends in elementary school, but when the girls started to grow boobs, everything changed for me. I entered middle school still looking a lot like a pudgy little fifth grader but as puberty progressed, so did my waist line. In sixth grade, the mockery was tolerable and limited to the dodgeball court and recess but in seventh grade it became torturous. The second day of seventh grade, I walked across the cafeteria to throw my lunch away and thats when I heard it. Soft mooing. I didn't really think anything of it at first but thats when it became harder to ignore. I looked over and saw a table of boys giggling and looking at me. As I turned to walk away I heard it again, this time more audible. They did that every time I walked by them for over a year until finally I stood up for myself. That's all it takes sometimes, just standing up for yourself once. To think telling one of those boys they had a small penis would end the bullying.

   This documentary moved and touched my heart with anger, pain, and joy. For the reason, I was bullied from elementary school to high school. It was a horrific time frame in my life.  I would be carrying my food tray. Suddenly, one of the other boys would just slap the tray off my hands. All I saw was other boys and girls laughing at me. Some kids would say to me, “hey nigger lips,” and call me a, “pussy” or “little bitch.” These words angered me more than anything. Yes, I cried many times. Especially, I would cry when taking a shower. I did not want my mom to know or to see me crying. It came to a point that I was not able to tell apart if it was water or my tears running down my face. It was overwhelming. I felt like there was no one that wanted to hear me out. I felt that people were too busy to listen to my thoughts. I did not feel a bond with any of the students around me. Yes, I was different, but it was not in a bad way. I started to see myself as being artistic and talented. I kept saying this to myself to get me through part of my years being bullied. Since no one was hearing me out, I had to find a way to help myself get through school. One day, all the anger and pain that bullies had applied in my life just snapped my mind. I cannot forget this day. I was sitting in class and some kid sitting next to me, “Let me see your homework, so I can copy it.” I refused to give him my homework. He slapped me once. I told him to stop. He started laughing. The teacher just looked over and said, “What is going on?” He knew what was going on, but he just decided to ignore. The boy slapped me again. I said to him, “I am not going to give you my homework. It took time for me to do this, do your own homework. If you slap me one more time, just watch what will happen to you.” He started to laugh. He did not believe me because I was the quiet kid in the class. He slapped me three times. Something in me just awoke. I stood up, made a fist, and punched him in the face. I heard a crack. I broke his nose. The class was silent. They were appalled to see me, the quiet kid, punch another kid in the nose. My teacher took me outside. I told him, “I did not mean to hit him, but he kept slapping me. I just couldn’t take it anymore.” I started to cry because I felt bad what I did. Yet, I felt proud of myself for standing up to this kid. My teacher just hugged me and said to me, “It’s going to be ok.” I did not want to hear, “It is going to be ok.” I wanted some action. I wanted someone to stand up for me, but nothing happened. The kid was suspended for one day. He never bullied me, but I saw him bully others. I did not have the confidence in me to defend the other kids. Now, I am confident. Sometimes, I wish I could be a friend with the individuals in the documentary. I want to speak to them and hear them out.  They can hear me out.  I want to give them a hug and say to them, “I know how you are feeling. You feel ashamed, pissed off, embarrassed, you question life and yourself, and sometimes think about taking your life. I went through the same thing that you are experiencing. It is an arduous process to wash away and break away from bullies. You need and you will be stronger. What matters in life is who you will become? Bullies will be bullies, most of them will not mature, but you are different. Yes, you are having a hard time with bullies now. You need to be positive and mentally and physically strong. You cannot let anyone put you down, never. I am your friend, your amigo, and I will be there when you need me. I am your friend, friends help one another enjoy life together, right?” In the end, I became confident and proud of myself as a person. Yes, my life was hell with bullies over years. I survived on my own. I want kids to know they are not alone and that life has more precious sides to share for people to see. Remember, you are not weird, you are a young artist in heart.

I'm 47:27 into the documentary titled Bully. My mind is racing with emotion and ideas. "Nobody deserves the pain which these victimized kids are experiencing." The pain inside me is profound. The pain in these kids eyes is so visible to anyone who can handle seeing it.  "How can bullying in America's school be stopped?" "What can I do to contribute to the solution?"  What vision can I create in my own life in order to guide my actions in helping to preventing and stop bullying in schools?

I'm 47:27 into the documentary titled Bully. My mind is racing with emotion and ideas. "Nobody deserves the pain which these victimized kids are experiencing." The pain inside me is profound. The pain in these kids eyes is so visible to anyone who can handle seeing it.  "How can bullying in America's school be stopped?" "What can I do to contribute to the solution?"  What vision can I create in my own life in order to guide my actions in helping to preventing and stop bullying in schools?

Most of my life, from when i can remember, I was bullied. It started in elementary school because i wasnt a cool kid, i had a learning problem. All the girls in the school would make fun of me, call me names, hit me, ect. Once i go into middle school things got worse. I had something bad happen to me and the word got out, how i have no idea. Once it got out the rumors started, the name calling got worse and more nasty, the hits turned into punches and more. It hurt. My parents didnt know what to do because with everything i was going threw i started to rebel and do things to try to "fit in". So my parents sent me to live with my aunt and uncle in Arizona. That helped.... until school started. I went to a private school, but bullys are everywhere. These kids knew NOTHING about me and still called me names and we mean to me. i started to cut, and at the time it felt good, i knew it was wrong, but i felt like it was the only way to let it all go. After aobut a year of living with my aunt and uncle my mom and dad took me back to live with them in Las Vegas, Thats when things really went down hill. I was jumped more then once in a week for being a white girl, I would have things thrown at me, people (guys and girls  would hit me, the rumors got worse then the ones before ect. I hated life. I stopped going to school. I tried to kill myself. But it didnt work. My parents put me into an institution thinking i was having some mental issues, but once i talked to the councilor there, they finally understood. They went to the school talked with the teachers i had and the dean, but they did nothing. This all continued until we moved to oregon, and it still happened, all because i was a new person with a not so rich family, i didnt wear name brand clothes, i looked different to them. Im now 21 years old, i have one friend, i have two kids, i have my family and thats it. I am scared to go out and try to make new friends because im scared of being hurt because no matter how old you are, you can still be bullied. If i had it my way, i would take every child, ever person who thinks its ok to bully others and i would sit them down and make them get to know the person they are bullying, Because maybe then they will see the real person and not who they THINK the person is. All because someone doesnt have nice clothes, looks different, has a learning problem ect. does NOT mean they deserve to be treated like a lesser human.