I hate school sooooo much

[Bulliedchild1]

I felt the school to be a place of torture. That applies for both elementary and middle school (only grade 7 for middle school). For grade 8 to 12, I had much better teachers and classmates who respected me and treated me well. But even during that time, the bad memories from my childhood seemed to stalk and entangle me, preventing me from the person I truly wanted to be. My ordeal at the elementary school started when I was in grade 3, and has just entered the school as a foreign child. Since I knew no English, I experienced great communication difficulties, which made my position even worse. Since I could not speak English, I could not argue effectively with my teachers or classmates, making me more emotional. For instance, once in a grade three class, I went into an argument with my classmate. I don’t remember what the cause of it was, but it was to do with some slight rudeness on his part, like using my stationery without my permission. I begun to sob. The teacher told me to leave the classroom because I was distracting other students. That hurt my feeling even more. I cried for 15 minutes because I was so overcome by anger and sadness and hopelessness that crying was my only form of release. What was worse was that some students started picking on me. This was especially bad because they were students who were two years my senior and also from ethnic minorities. Somehow they thought I was weird and downgrading them, so they wanted to take it out on me. The bullying happened inside the school bus. Since my school was private, there were only about 15 students who used the school bus. One of the girls was particularly vicious. She would intentionally seat herself next to me when the driver was not looking. She would then unlatch my seatbelt. She would even hold my hands so tightly that I saw her nails biting into my hand. It was so painful that I sometimes yelped. The driver then stopped and told me off for disturbing others. Over time I developed such a great fear of her that whenever she came near me, I would switch my seat. I was scolded by the driver once again for disturbing others. This girl also had a vicious tongue. She and her friends told me that they hated me. I found it hard to stand. This driver did not treat me well. Once, he removed my bag to make a space for another child. I was not opposed to that idea, but I wanted my bag back as he suddenly snatched it from the seat. At the time, my English was not good. He took this as a show of aggressiveness and disobedience, informing my home room teacher about it. Without having any knowledge of the bullying that went on, he threatened to not bus me to school several times because my record was not good. My mom then scolded me severely. She also did not know I was being bullied. The bullies were calculating, cunning and insidious people. While not as bad as this bunch, I was teased throughout the school, being called by names and intentionally provoked like being kicked in the ankle (with only socks on, thankfully). Whenever I responded to these attacks, I was labelled a troublemaker.