- Posted October 21, 2013 by
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Bullying awareness: Your story
My bullying SURVIVAL story
I had to have my head shaved, as I was continuously getting head lice from a neighbor girl that was a really good friend of mine. Her mother never took care of either of them and this was the end result. My first day of school, as I had just changed schools prior to this, was the very next day. This was merely the starting point to it. It came to an end when I was halfway through my sophomore year of high school... I realized in January of that year, almost 8 years after it began, that it had come to an end. I was never, NEVER happier than in that moment in time.
My mom always told me, "Just brush it off like water off of a duck's back." It was really hard to follow that advice, believe me. It was always when the teacher wasn't in the room, or wasn't looking on the playground. I had had several good friends leave me behind because I was too clingy: the reason why I was so clingy? I was bullied and needed someone to share my story with.
The only friend I had was from grades 3 through 5, and he was the constant friend in school; his name was Jonah Taub, and he had MS... really badly. He had a lot of difficulty with speaking and moving, but he was the best friend I could have ever had. He went on to the county school system whereas I stayed in the city school system.
In November of 2011, shortly after my failed run for Homecoming Queen (something I literally thought I would never have happen to me. It was an honor for me to be a candidate for Homecoming Queen.), a new girl from Tennessee moved up to my hometown. I gave her a kind welcome, saying that I hoped she liked it here. (Before I move on with this, I would like to note that she was an 8th grader where I was a senior in high school at the time) It was the day before Thanksgiving Break when she first arrived. After Thanksgiving Break, she was at the bus stop and I thought, "Cool, she rides our bus." She didn't do anything that day... it took me a few days, but during those days I could tell that she didn't like me for some reason. I asked why, but she avoided the question in the two verbal altercations we had. I asked her why she was doing this to me.
Her response? (This is not one you will like at all) "It's fun."
That's one of which I was half-glad I had my phone's voice recorder running for, half-upset. My brother was a freshman in high school... and he said nothing; he didn't stop her. Neither did my ex-boyfriend, but he sure did want to hurt her as physically as I was emotionally. Mid-December rolls around, just before Christmas "Vacation," and I notice that she hasn't been showing up to the bus stop. Well, why did I care that she hasn't? She was my bully, my tormentor. I shouldn't have cared that she wasn't showing up. But I did... I thought she had moved and changed buses, and I was right. I had told my bus driver a few days prior to my noticing this (and learning that information) that she had been bullying me, and I even reported her bullying behavior to the high school administrators. They said they would do what they could, though I'm unsure that anything has really been done about her behavior. The bus driver alerted her new bus driver that she was a bully and was to be careful and watch for signs of bullying if she had chosen another person to torment like she had to me.
Every day when I saw her, while she still rode my bus, she told me to kill myself. Just to make her mad, I didn't. Because she was trying to bring me down to her level. "Since you're trying SO hard to bring me down to your level, I must be quite a few levels above you. Tough luck." I told her several times as well. It didn't fail to upset her, but it sure did make me feel better that I was standing up for myself and she didn't try to fight back. Sometimes, I did think to myself: "It would really be better if I just listened to her and offed myself." But then I would think back and remember all of the good times I've had and all of the friends I'd made since elementary school, and then I would think "No, it wouldn't be. It's just a low time for me, is all... I can't wait until I no longer have to deal with her (stuff)."
It was after Christmas break that I was relieved of her bullying--if I still had the recording with me, I would definitely have a "Viewer Discretion is Advised" type of message up here. Some of the things she said to me were so vile and disgusting that in order to stay away from her (we had two verbal altercations, mind you) that I had to take the public bus system in order to get to school without having to continue to deal with her. This happened twice--and I was so happy about it ending that it was probably the best note I could have ended the year on, aside from Prom and Graduation Day.
That concludes my bullying survival story. It's been almost 2 years since then, and I now have a job that I absolutely love. I have never been happier since the day the bullying attitude towards me changed. The bullying, for me, went away completely and I am very, very happy it did. I wish the best of luck to those of you who are silently fighting your tormentors, or fighting back with your wits, creativity, or anything else you have to your advantage. Here's a little helpful tip for dealing with it: say to them "I must be at a higher level than you are, since you're trying to bring me down so much." Or any variation of that statement. It will get better, I promise. It did for me... it will for you, too.