I am currently a sophmore in high school. This was the first year I had ever been bullied. There was a Junior boy on the wrestling team that had choked me in class a few times, I expressed to my friends that I did not like it and that he needed to stop. One time it got out of hand... As I was working on a worksheet in spanish class he snuck up behinde me and put me in a choke hold. One hand was around my neck and the other was over my nose and mouth, he pulled me out of my seat as I tried to free myself he whispered "This time I'm going to kill you." There was nothing I could do being a small girl against a 17 year old young man... I was defensless... I felt myself drifting away and becoming weak. Through my thoughts I heard My friend yell "Stop!" Soon afterward I called my Dad to pick me up from school. I told him of the incident, He made me go to the school and report what had happened. They had only suspended him for a few days, the administration made me fell like I had to be defend myself and they took his side and did not entirely believe my story. They did not support me or help me with what had happened. Only after my mom went to the super intendent did they actually listen, but even then they still scribbled my words down on a torn out piece of binder paper and thew them around across the table. To me that part was the worse part, it still makes my blood boil. The place where a child is supposed to be and feel the safest and a place where the staff is to ensure saftey upon a parent's child... is not fulfilled... Makes my stomach turn. I became a part of this so I could help anyone dealing with such issues, and to let them know that they are not in fact alone.
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