Dear Bullies: Thank You!

Emily By Emily, 18th Dec 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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In sixth grade, I was bullied to the point of an emotional breakdown. This is my story.

Middle School

Sixth grade is often thought of as an exciting, new year. It’s a huge change for the average fifth grader. I felt excited, too. It’s full of fun and friends. I had those things, but the light of it was darkened by just two people. Sixth grade marked a monumental turning point in my life.

It Starts

The gym classes at my first middle school were a combination of sixth, seventh, and eighth grade students. This was a bad idea from the start. Students clashed because of athletic ability, age, and social status. The teachers rarely paid attention to us. They stood in the center of the gym, faced each other, and ignored us. It seemed like we scared them at times.

My first bully’s name was Bob. He started out by calling me “Keebler Elf” because of my height. It sounds like a silly, meaningless joke for most, but for a shy and nerdy sixth grader it was awful. My naive, sheltered childhood was shattered as I realized how brutally cold-hearted people could be.

I shrugged it off at first because my parents told me that it was the best plan. That worked for a little while. Gym class was the only period that I saw this bully, so I could get away from him. Yet his jokes escalated to the point where I dreaded going to school all together. He called me “Keebler Elf” constantly throughout gym class. I couldn’t have fun because he always seemed to find his way to me. Every other night, I cried. Little did I know that it wasn’t going to end there.

Someone New

I was already upset enough with the one bully, and then another one entered my life. This boy didn’t strike me as the bullying type though. He looked nice enough and when I saw him in the halls, he was talking and laughing with his friends. His name was Riley.

I learned the meaning of the phrase, “Never judge a book by its cover.” More often than not, Riley would just go along with it, rather than give the hurtful comments. It still hurt because he never tried to stop Bob. He would just let it happen.

Taking Matters Into My Own Hands

It all ended on a warm, lazy day. The classes were outside playing sports. I was standing at the back of our line and Bob and Riley were behind me, of course. They were taunting me as usual and something snapped inside of me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I went bolting back towards the school building. The dead, brown grass crunched softly underneath my feet, as if apologizing.

I was crying harder than I ever had in my life. Tears were streaming down my face by the time I made it to the doors. They were locked. My teacher finally made it over when I was trying to bust them down. She unlocked them and led me inside. Every one of the students was staring in awe that someone would disrupt the normal, expected quiet of a boring afternoon. My teacher and I talked for a short time and she asked if I wanted to see the counselor. I answered “no” because I knew what I was feeling and I didn’t need to talk about it.

The average student would tell a teacher as the problem was happening, but I knew I couldn’t do that. I knew my teachers and I knew that tattling to them would make it worse. Much worse. The teacher would talk to the bullies and use the student’s name. That never ends well.

The Aftermath

Sixth grade was my last year living in that town. The following year I moved and enrolled at a local school. Even though the bullies nearly ruined my last year with my old friends, it also helped me. It made me more empathetic. I now try to imagine what another person is feeling and see things from their point of view.

Anytime I see someone being picked on—and not jokingly—I try to defend them as best I can. It has made me stronger, too. I now feel that I can better handle what life throws at me. I take pride in everything I do. I am a strong supporter of the anti-bullying movement. I take it seriously because it holds a special place in my heart.

Surprisingly, Riley and I are friends now. The first time we spoke after sixth grade we talked for almost 45 minutes. We talked about our towns and schools, our friends and teachers, our thoughts and regrets. He apologized many times and I forgave him for every one.

Being bullied ended happily for me. I went from crying nightly to gaining self-confidence, a complete turn-around in just three, short years. It is rare to hear this, but I would like to say something to my bullies: Thank you, Bob and Riley.

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Bullying, Bullying Others, Bullying Schools, Bullying Victims, True Experiences, True Story

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author avatar Emily
Hi. I like to write. I am prolife. I love band and Jesus! I have played piano, violin, cello, clarinet, flute, sax, bells, crotales, and numerous other pit instruments. I am an amateur astronomer!

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author avatar Denise O
24th Dec 2011 (#)

It just breaks my heart to hear when others have been bullied. I will never get why they do this. Sorry. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Emily
25th Dec 2011 (#)

thanks denise o. i dont know why either. my aunt told me that it may have been a way of flirting with me, but it went a little too far for that.

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