Anti-bullying programs don’t address the roots of bullying, instead hoping that by simply telling children not to bully will be sufficient. News flash! It isn’t.
When I was 13, I was bullied in school. I dreaded waking up in the morning. I made up excuses for missing school. But I got to press the reset button.
When a notification sounded from her phone, she froze, thinking that it was another malicious message from her attacker.
My school is like a tiny utopia, within the already liberal bubble of the Bay Area. But recently, my perception of that community as an accepting, tolerant place, was shaken dramatically.
My cousins pushed me into closets and shut the doors, called me countless names, and even sucked up my last baby tooth in the vacuum cleaner.
13 students from Oxford High School worked with administrators to write and record personal stories and play them over the morning announcements.
Students who are bullied by others are more likely to skip classes, experience depression, or even have thoughts of committing suicide.
Growing up with fairy wings strapped to your back creates a wonderful sustained illusion. I was living in a fantasy world. I thought nothing of my eccentricities and would even boast them. Everyone around me lived as free as wild animals, and encouraged me to do the same.
People would walk past and laugh or just simply point right in my direction. I tried to ignore them but eventually it got to me.