I see it as yesterday when my first steps towards school were taken.
Have a memory that I was always small shy to and from,
at home I was happy and playful.
Sometimes I disappeared without a trace in the shop when my mother took it
me to shop.
Could turn off and refuse to listen sometimes but it was just
my mother and father believed.
At age 6, I started school, it was really one
years too early, but one had lodged major objections to it.
Not what my parents or I perceived as, not
before a year had passed.
I really don’t know what happened to them the first few years
school, what went wrong?
But the first year, the children began to tease me and beat me,
I was shocked by such a thing I had never suffered.
I had a sister and we were as best friends already
small, mostly we chuckled and shut each other out, but we never fought!
My sister went fifth grade when I started one, that
I felt good though.
She had knowledge of the school and according to her experiences
It was scary, maybe not smart to tell me.
And I’ve always been a little careful about it
acquaintance, not because someone made me such.
Because I was a pretty shy girl, it was mostly at home like me
ran and played for full.
These kids I attended school were very scary
I thought, remember that they were easy to get angry and fight, interested in
of course, because I was very shy the first year.
Surrounded me with only one best friend she was also bullied
and then it was my sister I met with.
But it seemed that some did everything to get a chance
to tease and beat me.
I remember one that they could say threatening words at the age of six
age that I never told anyone.
That I was ugly and had small eyes, they said I was
weird and had shabby clothes.
Some spit after me they could jump on me and give me
Fists of fists, mostly, were boys who did so.
But the girls used the more psychic way to push down
me on while boys were more tangible.
We who were ones went along with the middle school and
never had the teachers thought that it might be a stupid idea.
This was in the 80s when they would hardly have the ability to
Understand what bullying was when you think about it.
I sit there alone and small on a school bench, when a boy
Comes out who looked horrible nasty.
My best friend was in the hospital and I missed her so,
when she was the one and my sister did not appear.
This boy looked at me and said god what ugly you are, he stood
just a few meters from me.
We were watched by s, k, a rest guards but who never appeared
to, because they sat in the staff room and looked out the windows!
I shook inside because he really didn’t look nice,
tried not to show my interior.
He scoffed at me where he stood and then laughed at him and
ran, this was the first meeting with this terrible nightmare.
These events would escalate when my parents were on
the job and the teachers who were sitting around the breaks.
I had my grandmother with me once because it felt
Safe, this was just the beginning of the school.
And she was talking to one of my teachers as then
revealed that, this boy came running behind.
Between the legs of my grandmother he gave me a well-aimed kick
the knee, I was about to fold myself off pain.
My grandmother tried to grab him but he didn’t go that far
he didn’t seem to listen to anyone at all!
That day I had to stop early as a patch on the wounds, that
No one was talking to him, but they just sent me home, my sister got it
find out what happened and was sad.
My parents were very upset when they got a call
by phone a day.
My father tried with his old tactics to learn to be
straight back and turn back, while mom looked at my father anxiously and said, though
you can’t teach her to fight!
The arguments were hard to hear when I was alone about myself
The event my grandmother never followed to school anymore.
One was quite alone I can talk about, felt terrible
omission and insecure.
This kid was my nightmare where he one saw me in several
For years he always managed to find me, and always he would fight.
I wasn’t much to fight it was nothing I learned
from home or at school, I did not understand what to do.
Of course, several of them saw these events, I noticed several
Friends of this boy kept on his side, they never wandered off probably
with fear of what could happen.
But it was hard when more people came and would jump on me
just because he did, not enough with the hurtful words from his mouth
I had children between 6-12 years old who were kicked and fired
spit on me the whole little school.
The girls were just watching and sometimes giving up
a scornful laugh, I always hoped that they would get the same back!
The point of all was when one day I was alone in it
the dressing room, we were to participate in the gym and all the girls before
Before I knew the word, they had run out