That was in primary school @Snowie
I have so many stories I could tell.
One time in grade four, someone wrote fuck on the wall. I was never one to swear, and I was always good at school. A few people decided to make a rumour that I wrote it, and everyone in my grade thought I did. I was so upset I didn't even go to class because 60 + people were making fun of me. I was ten.
In high school, we had 120 students. Hmm, one year, we had tables that were in groups of six. Every table had people on it, but one right smack bang in the middle, so I sat there all alone for my history class. I had no friends in high school. It was the worst. So many people would pick on me, call me names, make fun of me, and leave me out. Out of those 120 students, not a single one cared about me.
The teachers say they did, but what did they have to show for endless bullying every day for 13 years? Nothing they did fuck all.
I was left out of group discussions, PE class, any school event, assembly, really anything that had to do with school. At recess and lunch, I would either walk around so fast so the teachers on duty wouldn't see me on my own, or I would eat in the bathroom, which really sucked. I hated not having friends. It was the worst.
People would make fun of me because of how dumb I was, how I looked, spoke, or really anything. One year, I was called a professor in a mean way because of our science class, and I had glasses on. Everyone in my class would call me that, and they knew I didn't like it, so they kept saying it. Another time, I was compared to a beluga whale because of my supposed big forehead.
One time a group of kids were so mean on a school bus I got off and started sobbing.
I cried a lot at school. People were so mean. I always wondered what I did for people to treat me so badly.
I thought it was how I looked, my name, how I talked, what I did and a few other things. There was one group of girls that would let me hang out with them sometimes, but only if I didn't talk, move or if I would give them food. Sometimes, they would let me hang out with them and then only let me back if they wanted something from me. They were also very mean to me.
Anyway, sorry, I could go on and on about this. I don't know what it's in the forefront of my mind today.
Also, it may sound stupid or petty. What I'm telling you now is that I'm 20, but it hurt so much back then that I was bullied from the ages of 5 to 18.
