Today I will be telling the story of moments in my life where I have been judged on something other than my character. When I was in the sixth grade I was judged on how I was fat as the kids said. In the seventh grade as well as in eighth grade I was judged because I came out as pansexual. I have been judged my whole life because I was different. I have been judged because my mother is a teacher and I got treated differently than everyone else, I got judged because at recess I read instead of playing basketball or football. Everyone gets judged at one point or another in their life I just happen.
When I was in the sixth grade I was bigger than a lot of other kids and I was judged and made fun of for it. I grew up with kids that would always say that rhyme saying sticks and stones as if sticks and stones hurt worse than the names that I got called. Sixth grade was hard for me because I was also judged by one of my teachers someone who is supposed to guide me in life and teach me because she didn’t like me. I was a very talkative kid and I had trouble focusing and staying on task. Bullying happens and there will never be a way to change that but growing up being bullied sucked I was mentally hurt every day.
When I was in the seventh grade I came out as pansexual and at first, no one really said anything. But then kids would whisper and snicker as I walked down the hallway and then they started to voice their opinions. I was told that I would be going to hell or I was called a faggot. I was told that who I was, was wrong and that I either needed to pretend I was straight until it stuck or just never allow myself to be me. (People say kids will be kids but when according to the c.d.c. when over 14 percent of teens kill themselves because of bullying that’s a problem).
When I was in the eighth grade it just got worse I was judged on a daily basis, I heard snickers as I walked through the hallway, and I watched people talk badly about me. As the year went on I got bullied more and more and it got to the point where I was thrown into a siege of depression and that got so bad I wanted to commit suicide, and that sucked I gave all of those kids who hurt my power. One day the kid who had judged me 9 times out of 10 took a hat of mine that had extreme sentimental value to it and in response I punched him in the face and before it could go any further our English teacher yelled that’s enough. We both got sent to the principal’s office and I ended up getting two days of in-school suspension. I decide I was done dealing with the pain and anger pent up within me, so I decide to stop giving them power. Maybe there was something wrong at home but that gave them no right to mentally and physically harm me.
In conclusion, I have been bullied or in the case of this essay judged basically my entire life maybe because I like reading rather than playing football or maybe because I am pansexual and have blue hair, but that doesn’t make it right. If someone asked me today what I wanted to be I would say a teacher or someone who works in a school so If I see bullying I can do something more than yell at them to stop. in sixth grade maybe it was my fault that my teacher didn’t like me but that gave them no right to do what they did. In seventh grade I didn’t come out as someone new I came out as myself then the judges just got more ammo. I have been bullied I wear those scars but I will not let those scars affect me.