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
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