Hello my name is Rosemary Olds. I'm 25yrs old and I've been bullied since 2nd grade and even now. While in school I had short curly hair and Hispanic and white. I never spoke to anyone in school because at that point I was shy and didn't know anyone. As time moved on, I eventually got to know people's names and moved on with school but there was something going on that most people didn't know or didn't even care about, the bullying that I was enduring. There are a few memories that I remember that was brutal to me and even still makes me sad. I remember that I sat next to these two girls in 4th grade that I thought were nice to me but ended up bullying me even more just because they thought I "Stared" at them. A lot of people thought I stared at them but in reality it was me watching their actions torwards people and analyzing their stature. I was a loner in school so having friends was not even in the picturE and if I wanted a friend I surely wouldent want someone to hurt me. The next memory was when I was going. Home on the bus and this one kid decided to open my backpack up to let all my papers fly out and the bus driver just said the kids name and just sat there. To me that was bullying because the bus driver didn't do anything and I didn't do anything to provoke this person to do that action. Another memory was when I was learning swimming in grade school. I always had a hard time with the bathing suit and trying to get it on and sometimes the gym teacher helped me but she said "Eventually you have to know how to do this" and I just nodded. A week passed and another day for swim class. I tried getting my bathing suit on again and this time the girls were saying I was staring at them and looking at them, at one point I had to look at a wall because everyone thought I was staring at them. After that I had such a hard time getting this bathing suit on that all the girls were in the swimming pool and I was still in the locker room trying to get the bathing suit on and I thought the only way I could get the teacher to come out is to knock on the door, mind you I was stark naked in the process. OnCS the teacher came to the door all the boys and girls seen me naked and laughed at me at that time and even when I went to the pool. Once I got up to middle school, there were a lot of other things that happened to me. I remember that one time we were playing indoor football in gym class. We were playing and everything and once I got on the field it was worse for me. I had people laughing at me on the side because they knew I got made fun of. As the game progressed I seen a boy that had the ball that liked to make fun of me ready to throw it, I was the only free person to catch it so I was in position, he seen me there and threw it hard and hit me in the corner of my left eye. People laughed and the gym teacher laughed. I cried in the locker room and sat out after that. Sometimes I got called names such as Michael Jackson, stupid, retarded, dumb and anything u can think of just because I wasn't of the norm to other people. I have always had a  hard time coping with my image. In my eyes there's nothing to make fun of about me and at that point in school I don't know what to do. No one stood up for me or said stop. There are a lot more hurtful things that happened to me and even up to this point I still get bullied but I have a mouth on me so I do t take it anymore but deep inside it still hurts. I only have a boyfriend and my mother that are the only support I have. I don't like to go to social gatherings, hang out with people or any of that because it will be all of the same to me again. I don't have any friends even up to this point and if they are, in my mind they would know my situation but they don't. I have meet people and I have people I work with but not a good true friend that understands me and my any day situations, I dont have someone that's there for me to talk to at all. Yeah I got my parents but not a good friend.