My love of learning gave me brief respite until the age 12 when a teacher humiliated me in front of a class for only getting 17 out of 20 in a spelling test. This cemented feelings of inadequacy and inferiority. It was also the point that I switched off emotionally to survive the barrage of
It was really complicated because whenever someone saw that I was down and they asked if anything was wrong, I would act like nothing had happened the rest of the day but inside, only I knew that I was being bullied in the sixth grade. I was miserable. The whole day that was all that I could think about. I could never get out of my head and it would distract me from doing my work in some classes that I had with him. He would throw paper balls at me in the class when the teacher turned her back.
Switching Schools In 2012 my parents thought it was best for me to leave Saad International School due to the bad behavior and action of the students. Because you’ll see 8th graders after school in the parking lot smoking with the 11 and 12th graders, thinking they’re cool and all that foolish actions. High school students were trying to talk to girls at the end of school. Education wise it wasn’t that great in my opinion, because when I came to RAIS, I found some yawning gaps in mathematics and a bit of English. When I got the news that I was changing schools, I was not ready to leave the school, because I was happy there and had a lot of friends that I'm comfortable with.
My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely. This was the day I had my first anxiety attack. At the impressionable age of thirteen, I had never experienced anything like an anxiety attack before. I had heard of them, but going through the feeling of the world being seen through a kaleidoscope is vastly different than what I assumed. It was scary, suffocating, and nauseating.
While reading Freedom Summer I learned about a period in history that I did not learn about previously in other history classes. In my history classes my teachers mainly talked about Martin Luther King Jr. and Rosa Parks but they never really talked about the Little Rock Nine students who were always bulled and picked on when they went to an all white school. After reading about this it made me realize that students of African American descent still face discrimination when they are in school. African American students seem to get labeled as “bad kids” and they get suspended at different levels in comparison to white students. This is a form of discrimination because if a punishment is given then it should be equal, and a person who is of color should not face harder punishment in comparison to a person who is not of color if both of those people committed the same
Ponyboy explains how the socs expect him to do poor in school and get awful grades, just like his friends did by saying. “They are right. you are a hood.” That didn't make me feel so hot. There were a lot of socs in that class - I get put into A classes because I’m supposed to be smart - and most of them thought it was pretty funny. I didn't though” (S.E.
The bad thing is, is that I was bad at doing my work in school but the team needed me so bad the couches would sit me out for a quarter and then put me in for the whole game. The sad thing is was I was cool with that so I wasn’t doing my work in school but everyone was still treating me like a star.so when I got to high school I was ready to play football and all I was thinking about was football. So I wasn’t doing no work wasn’t even listening to teachers I was just doing me getting at girls and just being the class clown then I found out I couldn’t play football no more in my 10th grade because my GPA was so bad and my grades was so bad then I tried to get for real tried to do my work tried to start listening but I just didn’t learn nothing because all I knew how to do was play football.so in my head I messed up my whole life because I put sports before education .
Day by day, people would admit to cheating. Each time people started easing up more and more. The school really became to become itself again, I didn’t have any friends before but now, I definitely don’t have any friends. Johnny came up to me before history and told me he was going to go tell the principal that he was also one of the people that cheated. I went into complete shock.
Consequently, I was submerged with nervousness and anxiety as I didn’t encounter such experience. Immediately, after I ended my speech my professor acknowledged of my fluency which boosted my self-esteem in public speaking. Suddenly, my midterm was approaching and even though I practised excessively for the midterm in front of my friends and family. However, I was tensed that I couldn’t do well in my speech. In addition, I let fear consume me and be victimized by it, I started stuttering and stammering with the words as I say “broom” instead of the word “groom” in my wedding customs speech.
Everywhere I went, I encountered those who would called me names and tried to mimic my Asian eyes. It came to a point where it did not matter whether I was in school or not, because at the end everything was about basic stereotype and discrimination of my race. I even experienced discrimination by my teacher, which is not something a role model of students should be like. Looking back on it now I distinctly remember a few moments when I felt my teacher treated me with a discriminatory manner. Having only been in a Spanish school for two years, the language barrier was still a challenging obstacle for me up to that moment.
The reason for the bullying was mostly due to my last name resembling the name of a fish called a Tilapia. Yet the one that teased me the most was this African American kid in my class; every time he saw me, he called me Tilapia, and the bullying had gotten to the point where I always got beat up by him and his crew. I didn’t really care about the bullying, because I was a relaxed kid in the third grade; plus the teachers in that school were really useless about this problem, because their solution was man up or be stronger than him. Anyway, the bullying escalated for many months; till one day during break, I pushed him, telling him to stop teasing. Of course, he retaliated and pushed me back, and knocked me into the teacher’s table, and just as he was about to punch me in the face, I took the stapler that was on top of the teacher’s table and hit him in the head.
I had to do speech therapy until the eighth grade. that is where the problems started occurring. In middle school many people picked on me because i was different. i had an accent so they would make fun of me by mimicking my accent, my voice was fairly high pitched too so that did not help at all. I knew it was only going to get worse as the years went on so i practiced english like crazy.
I am a 9th grade student at the Central East High School. Our English class recently read and watched your article on “High School Tanning Grounds”, and as a class discussed how we felt about it, and rather we agree or not. I agree with you, there are many labels that exist in high school, and after reading this article I have a better perspective on how someone can be labeled. What really stuck with me was when you said, “No wondered so many of my people spit bars because the truth is too hard to handle.” This stood out to me because it is so true. There are so many people who can’t talk about how they feel because they can’t handle it, or they 're afraid they might be looked at strangely.
After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
I had trouble pronouncing certain vowels. I knew that I needed help, but until my mother spoke those words, I never accepted it. My problem was buried inside me, but now it was free for all the world to see. Whenever I tried to speak I could feel my classmates’ eyes on me, judging me. It was so embarrassing that I just withdrew from the other students.