Assignment # 3 Bullying

For this assignment, I was asked to reflect on the story we heard about bulling, to think of a time when I was bullied, when I was the bully, and how I felt in those types of situations. To tell you the truth I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t bullied. I was picked on for what seems to be everything. I was picked on for being too fat, for being too smart, for having nice and expensive thing, for having my dad still in my life and even at times for something as little as wearing a color I should and should not be wearing. I also can think of a time that I myself was a bully. I bullied my bully back. I pick out little things about her that I know she disliked and I toyed around with her emotions, as she did mine.


When I was bullied, it was the worst feeling in the world for me. At times some bullies made me feel as low as the floor. At times, I had no self-confidence, no drive to succeed and everything that I enjoyed seemed to slip away. I knew at the time that they were wrong and that their actions towards me were simply hate but, never fully understood why me? Looking in the past I kind of get a feeling of why, I think it was mostly because, I was popular in middle school, I did have a lot of things and I was a bit of a show off. I mean not to use that as an excuse for them but I had it coming to me I guess you could say. I think the absolutely worst part of the bulling though was when my mom tried to intervene and try to solve the problem. My mom went day after day to complain to administration that I went home sad, I could not focus on school and I basically gave up. Dispite the zero amount of help my mom received from the school she did indeed help the problem. After a few mediations with my bullies they got the picture that I had, back up I was not alone and that from that point on I was going to defend my self. That’s when the problems seemed to get a bit bumpier.

By not receiving, any help from my school my parents and I decided to take it into our own hands. My mom defended me when she could and then I slowly began to defend myself. Defending my self seemed to work for the first couple of times and then it soon became a problem. Our silly little words going aback and forth to each other turned into violence, we started heightening each other. We started to push each other in hallways and stare each other down. At one point, it got so bad that we actually had a physical altercation between each other. I men it never resolved it self it created either more and more problems or it created more fear or more dominances between us. After the altercation occurred the violence, bullying, and contact began to die down we began to avoid each other until one day she was kicked out of school. That day was the best day in my middle school life, I was ecstatic. It seemed like when she left my life had one less worry. I knew she’d probably return but at the time, I didn’t care, I just thought of it as a vacation from all the drama I had been going through.

When I began, high school I was glad too see she had not followed me. My freshman year was fantastic because the bullying had stopped. I mean there was some name calling here and there from other people but nothing highly sever that I couldn’t handle. It wasn’t until my sophomore year that my bully had returned. This time it seemed to be worse because of the unresolved conflicts we still had. I though I could just pick up where we left off, ignoring each other. Seems to be that I guessed wrong that didn’t work. We started the conflict almost immediately and again we created an altercation. Thankful for me that altercation cost her enrollment at AHA and she was again kicked out of school.

I know ill always have a bully. There is always going to be that someone that is going to attempt to lower my self-esteem. I know that will never be possible though. I am stronger than I have ever been before. I am more intelligent, strong and well mined and I know that one ignorant person does not have the power to get me down. I now know the affect bullying had in my life I do regret being a bully but, at the time, it was my way to release the pain to release all the anger I kept inside. However, I did learn from my mistakes, they made me stronger, they made me the person I am today and I would never change that.