Here's a blog post mainly for teens. It can be for anyone really, but I know the struggle that teenagers have with this topic at school, with people that we have to see every single day. That's why I am making this blog post.
The years that I spent in middle school were the worst years of my life. Why? People were mean. And when I tried to talk to teachers, people make fun of me. When I told my parents, they told me "it's not a big deal, just get over it" every single time I tried to talk to them. They would say this without even listening to me really.
I have to say, there was one girl in particular who really hurt me. When I started my new school, I learned that her parents were friends with my parents. I assumed we would be friends, or at least I hoped so. On the first day of classes, I found out that I had science with her. So, I decided to sit with her. Our very first assignment in that class was to write about cells. The next day, my teacher had us read what we wrote. I read mine, and my teacher told me that it was fantastic and very thorough. After class, on the way to my locker, she caught up with me and said, "Did you copy that off the internet? There's no way you could write that." I thought that she felt that I was stupid, and when she told a ton of other people, I knew that she thought that. At first, it was easy to ignore, but it didn't end there.
Sometimes, she would act like my best friend. Later, I realized that was only when she wanted to talk about someone behind their back. At first, she would just tell me that someone was mean to her. Then, she would exxagerate whatever the person did. She would tell me that I should hate someone because she hated them. Then, she would start using the words "slut" and "whore" as her justification to hate someone. This continued all of the rest of the year, and the next year too. She would act like she was my best friend, then she would go around saying I was fat and ugly. She told people that I was dating one guy (which I wasn't) and cheating on him with my friend (who I wasn't with either) because we were spending time together. She would go up to guys and tell them that I liked them and they should ask me out when I didn't. And, I was one of the poeple that she didn't do that much to. I could never treat her as a friend because I knew that in one second, her being nice to her would change..
What do I mean? Sometimes, she would tell me that she wanted to change and be nicer to people. Once, she sent an e-mail to someone calling one of my friends a bitch. That person sent it to the person it was about and she showed it to me. She asked me to talk to her about it, because she knew that she might listen to me. But, she told me to keep her name out of it. When I talked to her, she said she made a promise to God about being a better person and she wanted me to tell her who it was that she called a bitch so that she could "apologize" and so I told her one of my friend's names, who wasn't the real person. I told my friend, and later my friend told me that this girl had come up to her and said some things that I can't even put in a blog post.
But, what got me through dealing with it? Talking to my school guidance counselor, my friends, writing about it in my journal. All of that helped me deal with it. It would really hurt when she called me fat, ugly, stupid, a whore... The list goes on. But, if you are being bullied, I would suggest talking to someone about it. Or, if you know someone who deals with them, talk to them too. And do everything you can to make sure it stops.
