My School HellI used to get bullied a lot in school. I still remember when, how and who. Funny how you never forget those things in your life.
I was young when we moved from America to Nottingham, England. I started a local school and everything was ok for a while, until I got to 9 years old. For some reason, I started getting bullied at school. My accent, the fact that I was the shortest and smallest in class, I was the 'rich kid'...it was endless. I got pushed in the changing rooms by 3 girls once before a game of football and it fractured my collar bone.
Looking back now, it was silly - but when you're 9, being bullied about your height or how you sound crushed your world.
Sadly, my mum died the following year and my dad realised that all of the people bullying me would follow me into secondary school when I was 11. He didn't want that to happen.
When I turned 11, and ready to start Year 7, he sent me to boarding school. Thankfully, my classes were small and I soon made friends from all countries, no longer sounding weird in school. Compared to some, I was no longer the posh kid in school.
I think it is really hard to stop bullying in school, especially at that age because teachers and parents all believe it's just children, messing around and it's meaningless. But two things I know for certain. Firstly, when you're getting bullied, if you're 7 or 70, it's never meaningless. It's horrible. And secondly, those bullies aged 7 soon become the bullies aged 14. It's a shame it can't be taken seriously then. Because it would stop a lot of pain when they got older.
That's my bullying story