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Let The Right One In  --  Mission Complete!!

After reading all the bravely told stories and shared personal experiences about bullying, teasing, and just wise words of advice and thoughts in general on high school and the whole shebang, it was decided..

Although there were a handful of journal entries for this mission that could have easily taken the cake, the winner with the most buzz on their journal was xsuckmykissxx!!!

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~Tara Ashlee

This is basically a freggin novel of me telling about my experience in middle school, cause I wasn’t and am not bullied in high school. Middle school counts, eh?

Meh.



High school. Bleh. Well, my high school is bleh. I don’t know about anyone else’s.

Everyone’s judged on looks. If you’re ‘ugly’ then you’re usually made fun of. If you dress differently than what is the latest trend (is that what they say, ‘trend‘? I really don‘t know), then you’re made fun of. If you act differently than others and have fascinations for things other than what’s considered normal, you’re made fun of. So really, if you’re anything different than what is the norm, you’re made fun of, or just treated differently than everyone else. Lesbian, gay, or bisexual? That’s not normal for the vast majority of the students. A lot with make fun of you
Some people might be loners and say that they go unnoticed, but everyone knows about them, and everyone talks about them (everyone being the norm zombiez. All “Me eat brain. Blegh, brain not like Girlicious. Brain bad.”).

I’m different, yes, but I learned to dress the way I want to using normal clothes, act less strange and more mature, and I have many more friends, and ones who I can trust and have a laugh with. And every now again, even if I have to make a sacrifice for keeping myself in check - like pretending to like a guy instead of his girlfriend - I don’t mind.
I’m not bullied in high school. I have standings, and my brother’s knows and is friends with just about everyone -as do I- so I don‘t need to worry as much anymore.

It was middle school that I had to deal with being bullied.

Back then I dressed to match my mood, and I never cared to dress the way people tend to. I dressed how I felt, which was horribly and in dark colours with a ridiculous amount of eyeliner. People made fun of me enough about that, and to add to it they still had a gay rumour floating around that some people (I know who, and one actually happens to be a best friend) spread when I arrived there, because in grade four my hair was incredibly short and I acted like a guy and dressed as poorly as one. I wasn’t confident at all, and basically was shy to even the youngest kids.

My bullying I had to deal with most for the first part was on the bus ride home, which was about an hour and a half long on a good day. They biffed things at me, called me things, and laughed at me. I always faked sick to get out of going to school, because I knew if I wanted to come home at school I wouldn’t be able to, since it was a ways out and my parents were too busy. It got to the point where my mother never let me stay home unless she knew for sure that I was sick, so I was then forced to go every day, which meant more and more bullying.
In elementary school, after a while, I had told my mom about it. She talked with the school, and I thought I was home free. But they just got worse, to the point where they went so far as to throw notes at me with threats written on them. I didn’t bother trying to deal with it from that point on, because the first time I tried seeking help it didn‘t work, so why would the second time have helped?

But with a couple years I grew taller, got older and bit better looking (longer hair on me makes one hell of a difference) so they backed off a little. And they backed off a little more cause I started looking like I was going to go totally Hulk on anyone and everyone. They more or so just did it behind my back. Which was okay by me. I was never actually used to it because it still hurt me a lot to know people hated me so much for just being that they had to tell and show me every time they could.

In middle school, start of grade eight I do believe, I had a really hard time with everyone because my grandmother had died, and then my father less than a year after, so I had a few issues in school besides the dressing to fit my mood, like how I kept really quiet, didn’t do anything but schoolwork, looked like I was ready to kill someone (you know those people?? Yeah.), not having a social life, and not wanting to be near anyone, even though only a few decent and civilized people wanted me near them anyways because I was a freak and not liked at all since I had arrived at the elementary school for French Immersion in grade four (the elementary was on the bottom floor and the middle school was on top. Am I confusing anyone?). But I had come to a point where I was clinically depressed, and my father had just died so when I had come  back to school (which wasn‘t even a week after cause I had to keep moving, and I couldn‘t and didn‘t want to think), everyone treated me better, in a way of pity. I actually had a true best friend after a time, and I told her everything, and it made me feel a little better to get it off my back, and gained a few more friends, so I acted more like a normal kid, and actually felt a bit better about myself.

Then one day, my best friend somehow, because of my ever so more rising friend count (I say that with sarcasm, cause I really dunno why she was jealous), became jealous and told the school the school everything and then some things she made up about me. That’s really when everything went totally downhill.

Instead of the usual talking with their friends and joking a bit, they actually came up to my face and made fun of me while everyone else laughed. I was trashed on way worse, people were actually frightened to come near me, and who I thought were really good friends had abandoned me because of the rumours and things they heard, and also because they didn’t want to be caught with the laughingstock of the school. It was bad enough kids on my bus were doing it, but everyone in the school? It wasn’t fun. At all. And I didn’t even stand up for myself.

And the most horrible feeling was when I was in the hospital, for two full weeks, and only three people had come to see me. Yeah, I had family problems - still do - so none of them showed up which didn’t hurt me that much, but all who I thought were my friends never even bothered calling to ask if I was alright, asked about me, nothing. All except two, and there was another friend who didn’t even know I was in the hospital, so I guess that made three. But at least they cared for me. No one ever reported anything, though. I guess they all didn't want to be called out for ratting and have to be bullied to, eh? I didn't mind that too much. I was just glad they actually somewhat cared about me at the time.

When I went back to school after that, dressed more normally, a bit more talkative and social, and it just seemed as if everything had calmed down. No one bullied me as much, and they basically just let me be, as if I was actually normal. So that’s basically what I stuck to, to survive the rest of middle school. So basically middle school to me was a roller coaster of good and bad, most of it bad but looking back on it now I think find it silly to believe I let people get to me that easily.

In high school I do basically the same thing, but I’m more open to people, happier, have more friends and am now all around a happy person with an opinion I like to express. I’m happy with myself and with my surroundings. There’s the odd time where I feel really self conscious and shy and below everyone else, but I tend to just let it pass and hope they’ll still like me tomorrow, and that this is not a dream.

I think that’s really it. You just have to be happy with yourself, have good confidence, be yourself in a way that other people can relate you to the normal world, and accept people for who they are. And if you are bullied that you need to stand up for yourself. Even though I never did, I’m guessing it would be better than to just let people keep on picking you.

:)



(Long enuff????)

Inspired by THE BUZZMOB's Let the Right One In mission, I'm tackling the topic of bullying.

bully [n.]

a blustering, quarrelsome, overbearing person who habitually badgers and intimidates smaller or weaker people.

Towering at a mind-blowing 4 foot 11 at 17 years old, I know what it's like to have been bullied for my size. When I was in second grade, two boys constantly called me "midget" and stole my Oreos pretty much everyday at lunch. That type of terrorism started my whole height insecurity. Except that's kind of a funny story since one of the boys is now one of my closest friends. To this day, I still get made fun of for my height (or lack thereof), I've just gotten used to it. I even crack a joke myself once in awhile because, what else can I do? Yeah it bugs me every so often but I'm just glad that the jokes aren't pointed at something I'm more insecure about.

Speaking of insecurities, they also say that insecurity brings about bullying. Which causes me to turn inward. Do I bully? I probably do, psychologically, without meaning to. I hate to say this but, I'm a girl.

OMG Anyone else feel feel a Mean Girls quote coming on?! : D


I like to talk about people, and I like to share what I think about people. Positive or negative. If I think they're fat, I will say so. If I think they're dumb, I will say so. If I don't like them, I will say so. And, in a way, I think that makes me a bully. Especially when it comes to getting others to agree with my point of view in cases where it is negative. Personally, I can admit that it makes me feel better when I say something negative about a person and laugh. It's a stupid way to gain a confidence boost, but it works. If other people agree with what I say and laugh too, it makes me feel even better. I get a sick sense of approval from it. But that's all it does. It makes me feel better about myself for a couple seconds. I'll hide behind "Oh but I'm being honest" or "Oh, it's just a joke" which I usually am. I make jokes based on truth and I don't see the point in making up things when I find the truth funnier, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm making myself feel better at another person's expense.

Do I think I'm a bad person for doing that? No. I think I'm human. I admire those who can rise above that.

There, I said it.
Rosalie aka XxRCCola

Here it goes!

So, high school for me was actually pretty cool…and not because I want to live in the past or “be young again” but because I can now look back and appreciate the little things, that seemed like big things, that were really nothings.
Grade 10 was just one of those years tho, when shit came up and shit went down…and here is where it began.
I was, at the tender age of 15 was dating a MUCH older guy who broke up with me because he heard (from my best friend..thanks bitch) that I had hooked up with another guy at a party (which I totally did) n e ways…there was this girl..who had, had a crush on my ex and quickly started dating him…now being 15 there was no way I was letting this go…so I made up with my ex…for no reason except that I didn’t want him to be with anyone else (gawd that is bitchy..but true) and the new ex was not so happy.
This girl was kinda scary tbh, just that rough..don’t mess with me kinda girl, and she started trying to stare me down, mumble bitch, or whore when I walked by.  Now name calling and that I could handle, but one day she walked by my locker and grabbed my lunch from on top of my locker and tried to throw it at me…I snapped!!!  Now, I had been waiting all day for that chicken burger from the cafeteria and there was no way I wasn’t going to say something.  It is so sad to think about it now, an all out fist fight in the middle of school!  There was no winner or loser, it was broken out in a matter of minutes…I had a chipped front tooth and she had a black eye..we both landed in the principals office.
Now my friends knew that I had love for that chicken burger and srsly couldn’t believe that I stood up to scary girl, and being catty 15yr olds they boo’d her when she left that day.  (this is hard to write..I am so not that person anymore, or at least I hope im not)
So here is what happened…
Scary girl never came back to school….
I don’t see her for like 6 years, then out of nowhere she shows up at my house with one of  my best friends (guy) that she is dating.
She never graduated and tells me that she is now a stripper ( my friends have great taste in women)

And I finally feel bad cause some things that were big things, were bigger things than I even knew, and scary girls are just girls who don’t deserve crap , just like the rest of us.

So you can hate me cause I, in some way made somebody else’s life miserable… and trust me I have guilt,  but that’s my “let the right one in journal” …somebody’s got to be bad guy ..right?