Simonetta
Coach Clark
Humanities
April 7, 2016
My Story
In my past I wasn’t bullied much, but I remember this one time that really stood out to me. As a kid I always wanted to be friends with the popular girls. They would always wear shorts and tank tops. At the time I believed that if I wanted to be friends with them I had to ditch my Justice sweatpants and my hand me down tee shirts and wear shorts from abercrombie and fitch. I tried my hardest to wear shorts and the shirts that I had but for whatever reason my mom wouldn’t let me. I decided to start bringing my shorts to school so I can change into them once I get dropped off. I started talking to the popular girls more during class and once in awhile they would asked me if I wanted to sit with them at lunch.
As a couple days had gone by I thought we were going to be the best of friends, but they turned out to be mean. They started making fun of me and were spreading rumors about who I liked and how much I liked them. They talked behind my back and laughed at my appearance. What really struck me was when they started calling me names, at least not as bad as the people call each other now. They started to call me stupid, annoying, and ugly. I absolutely didn’t like what was going on but I still tried to make an effort to become friends with them. I tried and I never gave up, sometimes I would bring them cookies and they would be nice to me for that one day. Sadly the next day went back to how things were before and didn’t expand into a friendship,
As much as I probably shouldn’t have kept trying to be there friends I did. Ever since the first day of first grade i’ve been wanting to hang out with them and be known as the “popular” girl who had really cool friends. I learned that I shouldn’t have changed for them to like me. If they didn’t accept me for me then they weren’t worth my time. That still applies now a days as well. If I have to change who I am and how I look like in order to be someone's friend then they aren’t worth my time.
Coach Clark
Humanities
April 7, 2016
My Story
In my past I wasn’t bullied much, but I remember this one time that really stood out to me. As a kid I always wanted to be friends with the popular girls. They would always wear shorts and tank tops. At the time I believed that if I wanted to be friends with them I had to ditch my Justice sweatpants and my hand me down tee shirts and wear shorts from abercrombie and fitch. I tried my hardest to wear shorts and the shirts that I had but for whatever reason my mom wouldn’t let me. I decided to start bringing my shorts to school so I can change into them once I get dropped off. I started talking to the popular girls more during class and once in awhile they would asked me if I wanted to sit with them at lunch.
As a couple days had gone by I thought we were going to be the best of friends, but they turned out to be mean. They started making fun of me and were spreading rumors about who I liked and how much I liked them. They talked behind my back and laughed at my appearance. What really struck me was when they started calling me names, at least not as bad as the people call each other now. They started to call me stupid, annoying, and ugly. I absolutely didn’t like what was going on but I still tried to make an effort to become friends with them. I tried and I never gave up, sometimes I would bring them cookies and they would be nice to me for that one day. Sadly the next day went back to how things were before and didn’t expand into a friendship,
As much as I probably shouldn’t have kept trying to be there friends I did. Ever since the first day of first grade i’ve been wanting to hang out with them and be known as the “popular” girl who had really cool friends. I learned that I shouldn’t have changed for them to like me. If they didn’t accept me for me then they weren’t worth my time. That still applies now a days as well. If I have to change who I am and how I look like in order to be someone's friend then they aren’t worth my time.