Life Academy Perspectives: Bullying

By Ashley Hunter, Sophomore

To listen to the audio: It Still Sticks Like Glue

It Still Sticks Like Glue

It feels just like yesterday when I was walking down the halls of Garfield elementary school. I braced myself for another day of pain and discomfort, from the feeling of being in a classroom with 25 students laughing or hiding giggles in my direction.

Looking back, it’s unbelievable that all this misery I went through in elementary school came from my granny’s choice of hairstyle for me.

I wore two ponytails and a long braid going down the back of my head, and, yep, that was a good enough reason for elementary school students to hate me.

Their stares made me rush to my seat, and hide behind a book. I hoped that if I made myself invisible, the giggles would soon drift away.

Many times I felt like getting up and running to the nearest bathroom, to cry on the floor in the corner, but I held my ground.

I remember being asked to go in front of the class and work out a problem on the board.

I was trembling, and my heart was beating fast as I heard my teacher say my name.

As I walked to the board, it felt like I couldn’t breath and that I would faint at any minute.

The class was quiet, but just for a minute.

Then the boy who tormented me the most threw a pencil at the back of my head.

The class went crazy. Screaming, laughing and calling me a name that still haunts me today: “Dookie braids Ashley.”

As the class continued to laugh, I turned around and quietly started to walk away. With little comfort in her voice my teacher told me, “Ashley you can go”.

Once I got to the bathroom, I sat down and I let every thing go.

According to the National Education Association, 160,000 children miss school every day in fear of being bully. Yet after my attack, I returned to school to face my classmates again. I never told anyone about my constant bulling. To be honest, I didn’t even tell my granny until middle school.

I realize that I had to stand up for myself, have courage, and be patient. If I had run out of the classroom crying, or stopped coming to school, I know I wouldn’t be the powerful young woman I am today.

With a perspective, I’m Ashley Hunter


By AutumnCriss, Sophomore

To listen to the audio: Bullying


 As a child, I was used to being bullied by my family and in elementary school. It was everyday thing for me and I knew every time I woke up, I was in for another day of bullying.

One time my uncle and my sister played a joke on me where someone put a roach in my burger. They told me I would have to force myself to throw up to stop it from growing inside my stomach. I was only 7 years old and their words made me sick for days.

In elementary school, I never liked doing girly things. I wanted to play football, soccer, and basketball. I remember when kids used to ask me, “Why are you playing boy sports? Shouldn’t you be playing with your Barbies or painting your nails?” I never had an answer to that. But I knew I felt like it wasn’t okay to be me.

When I was in middle school, I used to be picked on because I never wore anything girly. Every girl in school always wore skinny jeans, tight t-shirts, hoop earrings, and a new pair of shoes. I never asked for getting new clothes until someone came up to me and said, “Why do you dress like a tomboy? Are you a dyke? Are you gay? Do you like girls?” I never responded because it seemed like everything I said was offending someone. And once again, I felt like it wasn’t okay to be me. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and ask, “Why did you bully me so much? What purpose did that serve you?”

As the years went by, I noticed that the bullying has stopped. But now I see people I know being bullied because they’re either different, or look weak to others. It’s true that those who get bullied often become bullies.

I never became a bully. I actually learned from what people did to me and I told myself I would never be a bully. If I didn’t like being bullied, why would I do it to others? There are other things you can do to take out the anger you have when you are bullied, you just have to find the right outlet.

With a perspective, I’m Autumn Criss.

Edited by Yuvitza Rivera, Sophomore


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