Another day, another post on bullying. I will talk about my time in primary school for this one.
So I was talking about my 'friends' in primary school. I thought that Kara was my best friend in the world but I was badly mistaken. I was a fool. They certainly didn't treat me in the best way, that's for certain. My memories are a bit vague but I will try to open my box of hardships and fill you in.
Grade 3, 4, and 5 weren't that bad but it got worse from grade 6 onwards. I had a really nice teacher in grade 6, always there for us, never shouting and so on. But one day I was sitting in the class and some of people were making jokes and we were all laughing etc and next thing I felt my bladder give way and a puddle formed on the hardwood floor. The class went utterly silent and then they burst out laughing. And I burst into tears. My teacher stood up for me of course but that didn't stop them. And p&*s pants was christened. I was humiliated. Grade 7 wasn't much better. New names surfaced from hell. To name a few, Jenni Fish, Jenni Tot. (because of my surname being du Toit) It was definitely not the best time. I never spoke to anyone about things at that time, not even psychologists. I expressed my feeling by keeping a diary at school, which I kept in my desk. One day, I was absent the day before, I got to school and all the girls I had written about in there came running up to me, started shouting at me, and how could I speak about them thyat way? Everyone immediately didn't like me at that point, not even the nicest kids who I had felt I could relate to. To think I actually apologized to them! I don't know what I ever did to them. I was the quiet one, the bookworm, the mouse who never uttered a single squeak. Some Days were good. Others...... Not so much.
Once again, 'til next time. High School Is A Bitch
xxxxx
JuSt Me
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Beginning of "Hard Knocks"
Once upon a time, in a stunning land of South Africa, there lived a pauper girl called Jenni. She had no one to turn to, no friends, and all she wanted was love. Then one day, after SLAVING over the house and children, along came a prince on his white horse and whisked her off to a magical land where she never had to slave over a single thing again and she and the prince lived happily ever after.
If that's how the story really went, this would be a very short blog. But sadly, the real thing is much more.
To start off, this blog is not written for pity, it is for anyone who has ever been bullied in their lives. This is a detailed expression of what went down and what it still going on in my life, which I will express completely over my writings.
It basically started in grade one, that's what I'm sure of. The bullying at that stage wasn't that bad but I vaguely remember being teased etc. by the people in my class. Of course I was happy though. I'm not sure a 6 year old would realize at that time that her life would be turned upside down over the next 12 or 11 years. I grew up in Pietermaritzburg with my parents and my two older brothers. We moved to Cape Town when I was 7, in 1999. I enrolled in a new primary school, grade 2 at that time but I got kept behind because we moved there so late. I acquired a "best friend." (I will keep Everyone's real names secret but my own so lets call her Amy) We stayed good friend for many years but she also teased me about my bladder problem where I would wet myself from laughing too hard. Which happened often. Her mother in a way, was obsessed with my mother so in the end, my mom cut those relationships short.
Not long after that, I was in the fourth grade, my mom found her brother after 31 years, Peter Callanan. They Had a great relationship, and I loved him unconditionally. 2 months after we found him, he passed away. We still don't know what from. It took us all extremely long to stop crying, especially my mother. None of us are over his death yet and it has been 7 years this March 14th coming. I had different friends at that point: Kara, Roxy, and another girl whom I was not very close to. Times started getting worse...
'Til next time.
xxxx
If that's how the story really went, this would be a very short blog. But sadly, the real thing is much more.
To start off, this blog is not written for pity, it is for anyone who has ever been bullied in their lives. This is a detailed expression of what went down and what it still going on in my life, which I will express completely over my writings.
It basically started in grade one, that's what I'm sure of. The bullying at that stage wasn't that bad but I vaguely remember being teased etc. by the people in my class. Of course I was happy though. I'm not sure a 6 year old would realize at that time that her life would be turned upside down over the next 12 or 11 years. I grew up in Pietermaritzburg with my parents and my two older brothers. We moved to Cape Town when I was 7, in 1999. I enrolled in a new primary school, grade 2 at that time but I got kept behind because we moved there so late. I acquired a "best friend." (I will keep Everyone's real names secret but my own so lets call her Amy) We stayed good friend for many years but she also teased me about my bladder problem where I would wet myself from laughing too hard. Which happened often. Her mother in a way, was obsessed with my mother so in the end, my mom cut those relationships short.
Not long after that, I was in the fourth grade, my mom found her brother after 31 years, Peter Callanan. They Had a great relationship, and I loved him unconditionally. 2 months after we found him, he passed away. We still don't know what from. It took us all extremely long to stop crying, especially my mother. None of us are over his death yet and it has been 7 years this March 14th coming. I had different friends at that point: Kara, Roxy, and another girl whom I was not very close to. Times started getting worse...
'Til next time.
xxxx
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