I still remember those awful days from my childhood in Boston, MA. I was beaten up every single day, sometimes twice. My clothes would be ripped and dirty from being shoved into the ground on the way to school. My lunch would be taken from as was my milk money. These kids were considerably older than I. I was eight and they were teenagers. When they got to be old enough to drive, they would drive the van up onto the sidewalk. I thought that I was going to die. They would follow me to school, laughing and joking amongst themselves. I had always been popular in the other house. Somehow, I became an outcast when we moved to a new neighborhood. My parents worked days, so they were not aware of what was happening. Until the school open house. My mother went with me. The teachers all said that I was not doing well that I wasn't up to my potential and that my "friends" were strange. They were not my friends. I did not enjoy being beaten, run over by cars, having their dogs sicced on me. Finally, after a particular brutal beating, my teacher called my mother, because, I was such a mess and could not stop crying. The only thing that kept my teeth in mouth that day was my braces. They had bashed my face into a stone wall. We ultimately sued the family. My tormentors lied to the judge. They got off with a slap on the wrist. Years later, in the lobby of my employer, one of the "brat pack" came up to me and wanted to apologize for his actions. I have to say, I could not accept his apology. I told him to leave and never heard from him again. I'm still angry about that whole time frame of 6 years of hell. I am saddened that it still happens. I am glad however that I am strong enough now to not tolerate bullying by anyone and have stood up for some of my young neighbors who are being bullied.
Since grade school, I have been considered a reject. A nerd, a geek, even a bitch. I have seen the movie, and it made me cry, considering that I can relate to the stories. I have never really ever thought about killing myself personally, but the thought may have crossed my mind a few times. Being bullied has changed my life, and I wish that we could put a stop to this madness. The teachers at my school try their hardest to stop it, but anytime you try to report it, it gets much worse. I have friends that cut themselves, because of the immature, inappropriate actions that happen nationwide. The immature people that do this, I hope that you see this website, and see how much pain these actions cause us! Do you think you're B.S. is funny now?
After watching "Bully", I had an even bigger urge to get involved with putting an end to bullying. My little sister, who is 12, has been the victim of bullying since the age of 7. I've seen the tears, and witnessed the heartbreak that she is going through. She's an amazing person, so caring and smart. She's filled with beauty, but because she doesn't fit the "norm" she's bullied. The cruelty breaks my heart, and it has to end.
I am a freshmen in high school and i have been bullied ever since the start of 4th grade. I honestly don't remember any of my story that happened in 4th & 5th grade cause i chose not to remember that far back. Well, it really all started in 6th grade when i first started middle school. I dated this kid named Junior, he was an amazing boy at the time cause he was my first real boyfriend that i really ever had. We dated for about 5 months. Than this other girl came into the picture of junior and i and he chose her over me. Once they started to date, i was really upset but i got over it. Than i started to become friends with junior again. which was a BIG mistake! He's new girlfriend (Kelsey) got really upset about that and started to talk about me during school and started a rumor that i had grease hair. Then every time i would walk down the halls everyone would call me grease hair slut. That's not even the worst of it...It went on forever and still does till this day. She also would go down the halls and punch me in my back and i would come home from school with bruises all over my back. I had no friends, i was the loser of the school..a nobody. Then other things went down but i don't really wanna speak of them. The worst thing though that ever happened to me was in 7th grade. This girl started dating my best guy friend, the only friend i had. I told him everything. When they started dating she got mad cause him and I were more close then they were together. She started this group on facebook called the "I HATE TAYLOR ROCHE" group. It crushed me..she also added me too it. That wasn't even the worst part of it. The worst part of it was that everyone that went to my school was added to it and people would write this is a good group, that i should just go kill myself anyways cause i'm worthless to this world. I told myself i was never gonna see day light again cause of it...I wanted to die. I just didn't wanna live anymore cause of what these people said about me. I was balling all night long and missed a weeks of school because i was to scared to go to school cause that kid Junior told me if i ever went back to school that he would kill me himself. No one cared about me.. I was so alone. I didn't know what to do. But that was the worst of anything that has ever happened to me and i mean i still go to school with these people that do this to me everyday. But i just go day by day and work myself up to make me learn that i don't ever wanna be that way. I want to help others and make sure that nobody has to ever go through what i ever had to go through in my life. Things still happened to me to this day but i learned to ignore them & stand up for myself and i think everyone should stand up for what they believe in cause everyone is different in there own way and nobody should be bullied for how the look or act ever! I know bullying will never stop but if we stand together it might go away and not be a big problem like it is now.
I am a sophomore in high school. My bullying actually started in second grade. I was the quiet one, the girl who could never stand up for herself. This one kid and his sister always gave me a hard time, day by day. It got to the point where I didn't even wanna go to school anymore. I ended up moving but it didn't end there. In fifth grade I was the only hispanic in my class when I moved to Missouri. Girls would forever be telling me that I didn't belong there and that I needed to go back to my "cave" in Puerto Rico. The most horrible year was 6th grade. I remember sitting at my lunch table with my friends just minding my own business when the 7th and 8th grade girls started laughing as they threw forks and food at my friends and I. It seemed to never stop. They'd push me in the hallways and call me names. One day it got so bad that they all surrounded me threatening to "kick my ass". I used to go home crying almost everyday! It was the most horrible experience of my life. I honestly can't even begin to contemplate the fact that human beings do this to other human beings. It also bothers me that the teachers and or faculty don't do anything about it, they just "handle it". Well I say enough is enough and it's time to stand up and make a change, even if it does take one person at a time.
I am a student in 9th grade. All my life i've been struggling by the thing that im adopted. My mum adopted me when i was 3 months old and she wasn't married so i have no dad and thats really complicated at my school. my school is most a boy school, its reason is Rugby and almost every girl's parent plays rugby so they all have between themselves some connection that i could never have because i dont have a dad. The called me "the girl from the streets" because their view was that adopted kids where kids that where taken from de streets or leaved by the front dorr, but thats not true and i've tried to speak with my teachers so they can explain something about adopted kids, we are not strange our biological families where in trouble and couldn't keep us so they introduce us to other families that can give us a better life. It's very difficult to answer the question: Why haven't we met your dad? But now with the Bully Project i can say it: BECAUSE IM ADOPTED AND MY MUM IS SINGLE! i feel like i have a backup so i feel confident and happy again! Thanks for making me realice that im valuable and WE ALL ARE!
I am a junior in highschool and just last year is when my bullying started. i mean i have always gotten that girl bullying in like 3-6 grade but every grade after that i was okay and up until last year is when it got bad. I am and have been dating a boy that used to be a girl, otherwise known as "transgender" and well people are often closed minded and didnt agree with it. so i then started to get bullied, people that used to be my friends left my side and became the biggest bullys of all, it got to the point where i am now homeschooled. i have no friends other than my family and my boyfriend. and honestly, id rather have it that way. i was lucky to have such an understanding family willing to help me. My highschool didnt seem to take what was happening to me very serious. i went to them almost every day for the entire year and nothing happened, so this year is my first year being homeschooled. i know how bullying hurts and the extent it can go and i will make my voice heard when i say it NEEDS to stop because it not only hurts the bully victim, it hurts their families too and everyone who cares for that person.
I am in 7th grade. Last year in my old school I was bullied everyday. So much that I just wanted to kill myself. I used to be a very happy, very energetic girl, but when I got to that school...I didn't fit in. I was two weeks late, so everyone had their friends, and I was the outcast. I instantly got picked on, called names, and sometimes physically abused. People would push me, call me a slut, and other things. I felt worthless. Some people even said I should kill myself....just do the world a favor. For a while I believed that that was what I SHOULD do... My mom noticed that I was staying home "sick" a lot more than usual. She also noticed that I never talked anymore, or smiled, I would just get home and hide in my room. One day I had an argument with my only friend, I had said something I still regret to this day. I said I wish she would die. I felt so bad after I said it and instantly took it back, but it was to late. After that she turned EVERYONE against me...it didn't matter if I knew them or not, I was the common enemy. One day I ran to my room and just cried and cried. Finally my mom wondered what was going on, and talked to me...asked me what was going on. Once I told her, she had heard enough. She asked me what it would take to make me happy again...I asked her to switch schools...a school where all my elementary friends went...and my bestfriend. She agreed and signed me up to switch. My old school said I was faking it....that it wasn't really bullying because I never reported it. After I heard that I was sick to my stomach. I left that school and never looked back. It was the best decision I ever made. Now I have friends, and I see a kid that is alone or being bullied and I befriend them. I WILL STAND AGAINST BULLYING TO MY VERY LAST BREATH!!!
Everyone has a Story, everyone has a name. We all live different lives like a game. Most people want to be known for their name, I’m different. I want to be known for my story, and my battle. My name Is Jada Hodges. I’m fifteen years old, sophomore, and I attend Beaver Dam High School. And this is my story about the constant battle I am facing and have been since 7th grade. You always see in movies how highschools such a big terrible place filled with jocks, preps, nerds and inbetween. And how you’re lucky if you make it a day without getting shoved in a locker, or called names. Well I didn’t have to wait until highschool to see how cruel this world can be. I can’t recall exactly when it started, but 7th grade, I started having normal girl drama, you know, she’s friends with her, and her, but not her and so on. But it got a little more extreme from there, I started to get called monkey. And first it was whatever I guess. I had other problems at the moment. Then I realized it started happening more and more. And it’s not like it was a certain group of people, it was everyone. I didn’t get why they were calling me it, or what I did to be called it. I couldn’t post things on facebook without comments saying “monkey face” and “stupid monkey slut” honestly, half of the things didn’t even make sense. I remember this like it was yesterday though, It was the tenth person, and they were going down the stairs and as they passed me I heard the words “look at the stupid monkey” I didn’t even know how to react. So I went the principal. He told me to make a list of who was doing it, so I did and gave it to him. The next day I got a pass to go down to his office. I got in there and sat down as he explained that he was going to call each student down and talk to them with me and asked if it was ok with me, not knowing what I was doing I agreed. Next thing I know, one by one, in front of me, each student got lectured, as he explained what the meaning of monkey was and how it was originated, I was astonished, I didn’t even know myself what it meant. I saw the words hit them, like a slap in the face, I could see what it did. Which as well brought tears to my eyes. I thought it was done there and it was just a little phase, I was wrong. As I rolled into eighth grade, I promise I’d have a better year, less drama, more friends, better grades. It started out okay, I had friends, my grades weren’t bad, and life was just good. Well as the year went on, I started to realize, the monkey thing was back to haunt me, slowly it got around and started getting worse, more and more people found out and thought it was funny. On top of that, I lost every single friend I had. I found myself desperate for people to sit by at lunch, to talk to and so on. I just tried brushing it all off. That summer I was back to my loud, outgoing self. Living life to the fullest, excited to be a highschooler. Well ninth grade rolled in, and I thought I was ready, I learned to not put up with peoples crap. It worked. But soon, it bit me in the back. I found my grades back where they were, and alls I could focus on was what other people were saying. One day I looked at my phone to find a picture of something someone posted on facebook reading “ Jada’s a monkey faced bitch who belongs at the zoo and not at school” it hit me so hard. I didn’t even know what to do. I went to the principal about it, didn’t do much. Then it started hitting me from left to right, monkey this and monkey that. I started to loose it. Until I realized I just need to show them I’m stronger. Until I got in a fight, I have no clue what it was even about or why I was fighting with the person I was. After that, it hit the ceiling. On facebook was posted “that monkey faced bitch got her ass kicked” and “if you didn’t see the monkey get her ass beat you missed it and if you don’t know who the monkey is, it’s Jada Hodges” I cried. Alls I could do was cry. But I couldn’t let them know they won. So I held my ground. It just kept escalating, soon I found that no matter where I went I was called monkey. I had random people I didn’t even know mock me with monkey noises. People were saying I escaped the petting zoo. It’s all just some big joke to them. I get into tenth grade, this year. And finally thought after 3 years it’d be done. And just as I started to assume things, there it goes again. I get called a stupid nigger in math. How do you even react to something as extreme as that? I get called an ugly black nigger at the snowball dance. I go to class, I’m mocked with monkey noises in the back of the class. I stand there at lunch and get called a stupid black ass. I’m walking in the hall, I get called monkey faced bitch. I’m standing at a locker, I get called monkey. I’m leaving a basketball game, I here “run monkey run” I guess it’s all a big joke to people. They don’t see what it does to a person. I used to be the loud, outgoing, bubbly girl. Who everyone wished they were as strong as me. Do you see me now? I come to school in sweats and baggy shirts, I have 3 close friends. And I probably cry at least 2 nights a week. I feel like we could have guest speaker, on guest speaker, and nothing stops. People don’t see it’s nothing but ignorance. There’s have been so many deaths due to bullying. And everytime someone dies, someone suddenly wants to do something? It seems these days you have to die to be heard. People are hurting themselves and others. But it continues to happen. Imagine having a little brother or sister, being bullied to the point that they don’t want to live anymore. I have read stories about eleven year olds killing themselves because of bullying. Eleven years old. Barley old enough to comprehend life. It’s sickening. And think about the parents. They have to live with the fact they’re son with always been eleven years old. And didn’t get to do anything with his life. What do people think while saying the words they say. Imagine if you were the cause of someones death? Or having to loose your bestfriend because you couldn’t do anything. It doesn’t matter how many people we have tell us bullyings bad, people are going to do it. But what matters now is it’s happening In your own school. I’m just one voice of many who are too scared to speak up. But I’m sick of constantly running to the office when it happens. I’m sick of seeing people hurt. I’m sick of everyone sitting around running theirs mouths thinking that what comes out doesn’t matter. You can’t take it back once you say it. I’m sick of everyone sitting around doing nothing about it. Lastly I’m sick of constantly crying nightly because people are ignorant. No matter how much punishment some people get they’re continue to do it. I’ve wanted to leave so many times. But if I do that, they all win. They all get away with knowing that they got to me. And how people find pleasure out of that, I will never understand. I just can’t grasp the thought that people think it’s fun, or funny to beat someone down to nothing, even if it’s not physically. Words can hurt just as bad or even worse. A punch will be a punch, it will turn into a bruise and fade eventually. But words with forever haunt you, they don’t go away like a bruise. And maybe it’s because I’ve been through it, or seen what it does to a person. But it’s not worth it. What do you get out of it? Being the reason someone killed themselves? Or the reason someone cuts themselves. Or making that one guy snap and stab someone? Or maybe the reason the girls you constantly make fun of starves herself to try to be perfect. Bullying causes all that and so much more. Some people do it because they’re hurting themselves, or because it happens to them and they want the focus off of them and onto someone else. A lot of people are just mad at the world and don’t know what to do about it, so they take it out and whoever they lay an eye on. I’ve done what I can, I’ve tried ignoring it, I’ve had meetings, I’ve tried telling the principal. But after so long, you feel like nothing but a snitch. Word gets around and it starts getting worse again. There’s only do much you can do for people who couldn’t care less. I’ve changed because of what I’ve been through, I’ve put up a wall, and blocked out what I can. But it’s hard when you’re surround by all these people 8 hours of your day and you can’t just hide. Most bullying situations are a group of people targeting one person, but in my case, it’s the whole school. It’s not one group. So how do you control that many people? It’s even more saddening when you try to talk about it, and alls people do is laugh. It causes you to slowly shut down even more. You feel smaller than everyone. It takes so much mental power to build yourself up and show what you’re made of. The only person you can help is yourself in that case. I’ve been through 3 years of what seems like complete hell, but I’m coming back, better than ever. I just want my voice to be heard, and my story taken to heart. Take it the way you want, it just needs to be even more known that it already is. I don’t want it to get to the point where someone has to die, because no one spoke up. As I build myself back up, I refuse to let anyone break me down. I’m stronger than that, and I know for sure. I will show you that what you’re doing doesn’t make you a better person. And I will prove you all wrong.