Hi im Bing. 19 years old. I had been bullied since when i was a kid. I am a kind of person who have high patience and not easy to get mad. even my friends called me some annoying words,tease me and,even harsh words to me. They hurt my feeling but they do not know.they not aware of that. I think they thought that it is okay to me that kind of treatment came to them because im their friends. But the fact is its not okay to me. Im afraid to tell them that stop bullying me because its not funny to tease someone. I am very afraid to tell that i am a kill joy. That they just playing around with me dont take it seriously. I know it is wrong. I just dont know how can i able to stop.this kind of situation of mine. And also i dont know if i can afford take those annoying words/rant words came to them in upcoming school opening.

In fourth grade, I was diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome. Kids made fun of me all the time. I ignored it until about sixth grade. In sixth grade, my tourettes were getting worse, the school work was getting harder, my days were getting longer, and my nights were getting shorter. I only had one friend and she was starting to leave me for a new crowd. Every time my tourettes would get bad, I would have to be sent home. I was a "disruption" to the kids and I couldn't handle the teachers ignoring the fact that the kids were sitting there making fun of me. In eighth grade, I was prescribed xanax to help by tourettes calm down so I could stay at school. The only problem was that just one of the pills could knock me out for nine hours. So my tourettes would come, the nurse would give me a xanax, and I had to go home anyway because I couldn't stay awake. I would sleep all day, which made me stay up all night, which resulted in my tourettes coming earlier and earlier in the morning. Since I was never at school, I never did any of the work. Since I never did any of the work, I was failing all of my classes. Then the days I did show up to school, I had no idea what was going on and the other kids called me stupid. If my tourettes started in class, the kids would make fun of me, right in front of me. By this time, my only friend had not been in my life any more. I felt like I had no one. The bullying and teasing got so bad, that I went through a stage of depression. I started faking my tics so I wouldn't have to face the bullies at school. One day my mom made me go to school anyway. And during gym, a girl started talking to me. We have been best friends ever since. During the summer, I was on 7 different medications because not only did I have tourettes, but I had anxiety, seizures, ADHD, and I also took pain medication for my sore muscles. One day I was sick of it and just stopped taking my medication. I DO NOT RECOMMEND ANYONE TO DO THIS!!! I realize how stupid and dangerous it was! But after I stopped taking it, It seemed like everything got better. I still have tourettes but not very often. I still have ADHD but its not bad. I no longer have seizures, and I sometimes still have anxiety attacks. But since everything was better now, By the time freshman year rolled around, I was a new girl. I barely had tourettes, so I only got sent home from them once. I got on honor roll, and ended up missing only like 7 days! Kids weren't making fun of me any more. They still don't talk to me, but at least their not being mean! Some people have even apologized to me! No matter how much I was bullied, I got back up and brushed them off! I am now entering my Senior year and have a bunch of close friends! In the back of my mind, I am thankful for the bullies. They were the only ones that didn't treat me like a new born baby and the only made me stronger!!

Very proud of my sweet little girl Delaney. She told both my wife and I about an incident in class where one boy constantly teases and harrasses a boy who is quiet and has few friends. Well this "bully" decided to mess with quiet boy in front of Laney and her posse. The bully decided that it would be funny that after shy guy finished cutting stuff out for a class project he would help "trim" his clippings....more and more and in half....shy guy was visually upset about it and Laney told bully boy to cut it out. That evening Laney was very upset about this. I told her she really needed to tell the teacher on behalf of shy guy. Lee also sent an email to the teacher.
Yesterday Laney was called to the dean's office to recap what happened after they were told bully boy was now not allowed to go to the zoo trip. When speaking with the Dean she asked Laney if she was "strong" enough to face bully boy. She said "Yes" and the two sat in front of the dean as he recapped that he was only doing it because of his older brother's influence at home and thats why he was acting out (sounds like he heard his parents use this excuse). Laney didnt believe it either.

I was just like all of them. I went to the same school, had the same set of teachers, did the same homework assignment. But to them I was different. I didn't dress like them, I had a different taste of music, I had different interests than them. I was their target. People would sit next me in class and would be so mean to me, make fun of me cause I was a virgin or I didn't drink like them. This wasn't fair to me. I was called a lesbian just for being extremely close to one of my friends. I was shoved into lockers. I suffered through verbal and emotional abuse as well as some physical abuse. They will never know that the little words and phrases they spoke to me hurt the most. They will never know that because of their actions I contemplated my life and if it was worth it. But I'm stronger now. I've surrounded myself with people who care for me, people who see me for who I am and not what I wear or for what my actions are. Stand up for yourself, because in the end, you are different. And that is good. 

Well, where to begin? Being Asian, and therefore an even smaller minority than blacks and hispanics combined? Being naturally short? Being raised so completely innocent that I had absolutely no stonking clue how cruel other kids were in comparison, therefore leading to a rather traumatic loss of innocence? The fact that I use sarcasm and dryness as a coping mechanism?

No... Not really. Where to begin is really what this all ended up leading to: a complete loss of faith in humanity; the feeling that no matter how much good you do or you want to do, it's not gonna matter. Growing up, there really was no doubt in my mind how American children grew up to be just so... petty and selfish. Seeing how my cousins go through the problem of being either too smart for their own good, or dealing with peers with an ego bigger than their back can carry, it was obvious how even as I grew into adulthood, it was a cycle that wasn't ending. And through simple logical and calculation, I just knew that no matter what I do, I can't stop the cycle because it won't stop itself. It's something that makes me ask myself "Did I fail the world, or did the world fail me?". It may be the worst feeling of all, worse than having your sense of confidence taken away; because while a loss of confidence leads to sadness or grief, awareness of being truly unable to stop such a scourge just makes me feel... numb. Like I'm tired of feeling.

And yet, like some idiot, I keep on trying to do the right thing; whether it's making someone happy with a joke, a treat, or a simple helping hand; defusing a conflict, whether through peace and reason, or brutal but necessary honesty; or just doing something that can to some sort of good. The logical side of me says that it's pointless effort, but still, I try to do the right thing. Probably because I'm more like to listen that side of me that still wants to believe in something worth doing, as long as it helps someone who needs it. It's an incredibly stupid, incomprehensible thing, but there's always that side of me that just refuses to surrender because how I'm also tired of basically being told "You can't".

The world is going to beat you down, whether physically and mentally. And there is no doubt that at some point, you're gonna ask if what you're doing really does matter in the end. But you know what? Just keep on doing the right thing. The world can give you the worst situation, the most pathetic of humanity, the most unforgiving storm, but the only time it's over is when you fail yourself.

Hello I'm Michael Waller i'm 16 an well i been bullied all my life recently i was bullied but i ignored but before then i was bullied so bad that i would go home lock myself in my room an cry, I couldn't take the stress of everyday bullying they would lie saying i did things i didn't an they would just pick on me one day i decided to finally tell the counselor an this was in 10th grade mind you i told her that i was being bullied an well i went to class an this dude was picking on another girl i wanted to fight him so bad i had a mental break down in the class room i told my counselor what i want to do an she said "Do you want to go away for a little while." I replied "Yes." So they admitted me to King Wood Pine's by Houston an stayed their for a week yet i was still getting bullied but my medicine kicked an i felt better i was depressed so they said if you get better you can leave an i got an now i'm free an i'm doing better. I will most likely be an outpatient for the rest of my life.

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my son comes home everyday with stories of how much he gets bullied in school by his peers. He has the right clothes, he has the right attitude, i even enrolled him in karate classes to build up his self estreem. but ive instilled in him patience, and the ability to walk away. i add that these people are sick and want to feel important around their peers, he is also a boyscout and that helps a lot. 

I would like to share my story about how I was bullied. Let me tell little about myself. I'm an outgoing person. I loves to meet new and execiting people. I love to play sports ( football basketball and to run track. I have a passion for music. I'm in the 9th grade. I played football/basketball for my pasted school, as well as on the marching band. It were hard, but thought this would pay off later. When I go to band practice the students would pick on me. One of the upperclassmen threaten to set my hair on fire. He would harass me and try to fight me by shoveling his shoulder into me. He would call me names in the class room for the other students could laugh. One day he asked one of the student to ask me to go to the store with them. He wanted to flight me. I asked him why he didn't like me. He said Football players don't belong in band. There were several students wanted me out of band. Two other student came up to me during practice and hit me in chest and stomach. I asked them to stop. Another student tried to trip and break my legs. They said I don't belong here. One of the saddest thing is when the band teachers would tell the other students they didn't like me. The band teacher would laugh when the students bullied me. One of the band teacher hid my shoe and gave it to the student who cuss and threaten me. I'm a big student, so I wear a large size shoes. Which is hard to find. It got worse the basketball coach finally got me out of band. I was schedule to play a basketball game, The band teacher came up to me. She told me I still have to perform that nite or she will fail me. I told her I not in band and I have a baseball game and going to play my game. She approached me 3 times threaten to fail me. I told remember the counselor told you and Mr. Holt I'm no longer in band. I'm in the basketball program. I told her I was in the office when Mrs. sanders (counselor) called you'lI that I was no longer in her class. I called my mom and told her I have to performance in the band, and the teacher threaten to fail me. She tried to call the band teachers, they did not answer. My mother brought my clothes to perform that nite. The same students who been threatening me and calling me names such as (I'm a big tall and stupid dummy, I'm no good for nothing) they knew I was in the 504 program for learning. They would tease me and said I was slow. I was riding on the bus and the student who tried to trip me took a picture of me and said I was smoking on the bus. I was playing a game on my phone because the drive trip was 1 1/2 hour drive. The student sent it to the band teacher. The band teacher sent it to the principal. The principal called the school police . The police came and ask me to take my clothes off to the shorts. They search me from head to toe. They search the whole bus. They smelled my hair, clothes and hands. The principal showed the police the picture the student took. The police told the principal he don't smell smoke on me, because smoke lingers on. He asked the bad teacher was I smoking he said no. He didn't smell anything. The students watched and laughing and said we got you. The student who took several picture of me and sent it to the others students. They place it on social network. Principal showed it to the principal of another school My mother was looking to see about enrolling in. The principal showed it to his son who is in middle school. After the principal met with me. He said I had drugs on me. He said the students said they saw me with drugs. These are the same students that was bullying me. The school police search me as well as my belonging no drugs was found. They never found drugs on me or in my system. I took a drug test. Mother took me to the dentist as well as my doctor, the result was still negative. The students begin to cyber bully. They would contact me by my social network page. Harass/taunt me on my cell phone. They tried to kik me . When I go to the store they would follow me around and laugh how they set me up. Two of these student used to be my friend until I heard they was trying to help the upperclassman fight me. They wanted me be the look out while they steal from the store. I told them no. The principal kept the picture in his phone after the investigation. While he was integrating me he put his whole body between my legs. I felt violated all over again. First by the students and band teachers. Secondly by the principal. I never been in the office for been in trouble. The principal wanted to send me to alternative school for 180 days. I asked why! I never been to your office for nothing. He said give me names, I asked what names. I didn't know what he talking about. He told me you have 6 months to know what names he talking about. I told my mother what he said. The principal said the drugs dealers. My mother told me. I told my mother, I don't know no dealers at school. I played football, went to football practice. From football practice to band practice. I was physical tired. I didn't have time to socialize or do drugs. My teachers wouldn't give me extra time like the 504 program stated. Now I'm scare to trust people especially adults in authority. It going to be hard to trust another student again. Now I go to a private school. I'm no longer at that school an the bullying still exist by harassing me on my social pages through other friends. Trying to reached me by phone. In local store letting me know how they set me up. One of the bullies told me now you can't play sports or be in the band. I was in embarrass to tell my parent I was getting bullied. I told her some of the students didn't like me. I told her how the band teacher would come up to me and tell me how four students finds me to be annoying. She told the teacher to stop, but she didn't. Everyday I had to hear this. I told the counselor and other teachers. Please students talk to your parents. If something going on at school. Let your parent (s) know. They would be able to help you. If I would have spoke to my mother in a little more details, some thing could have been avoided. Know you are not along. A person who bullies another person have serious issues. Now I'm more aware about bullying, It should be taking serious. This why I stated for my title: jealousy can lead to serious bullying!!!!

my name is merci parkers. i am 12 years old and i am in middle school i made lot of friends this year but not that much. they make lots of jokes about me but some too far i try to ignor it but it keeps coming back like one time when i was wearing these rip up nike shoes everybody laughed at me . they said i was poor and couldnt afford anything i didnt go no where but my house. i was upset and sad i gave up on everything. my school, my whole entire life i felt there was no hope for me but one day i met this gril name chrissy she tould me they dont know what they say they are wanna bes, dont listen to them you are perfect and i see nothing wrong.