School.
A bundle of laughs for the bitches in the back row, hell for the one at the front, who can hear every single rude remark that's being made about them. That person could be anyone. The class nerd, emo, the one that's not as intelligent as most, anyone that's different from the rest of the crowd, whether it be to do with interests, sexuality, weight, height, appearence etc. They're not always classified as 'different'. Sometimes it's just because someone doesn't want to be friends with a bully, someone who wants to stand their ground and make friends with good people. Like me.
So how come, the ruder anda are, the happier school life is? That seems to be the way anyway. Sure, the harder anda work in school, anda lebih anda get out of it, but lessons are only half of it. Some victims of bullying have to go through torture every day. Some spend break time and lunch alone, trying to find a place to hide. Then there's the dreaded moment when you're told to get into pairs in the lesson, and some menggerutu, jalang makes a fuss because they've ended up with you. Not all do, some of friends around them, but a lot do.
Of course, the school isn't divided into two lots, bullies and victims. There's always groups of friends, who do their best to stay out of the situation, but nearly always, they're on the side of the bully, because otherwise they'll be a victim. What I wish though, was that everyone would just turn on that group of bullies. If everyone did, then they would have no power whatsoever, and maybe bullying wouldn't be such a problem.
It happens to me. I'm ok, I have friends, they're not always around in my lessons, but they're there. I've learnt to stick up for myself, not let them walk over me. They still snigger behind my back, make comments, but I've learnt to not let it get to me, because they're not worth it. I feel for those kids so much though, that sit there alone, praying for someone to look up and notice that you're alive. It hurts, and I just wish that those bullies realized how much it hurts. Maybe they do realize, they just don't care.
Yes, for some it's just sitting behind a desk, texting, giggling. But for others, it's a nightmare, something they dread every day. Those are the people that usually haven't done anything wrong. They weren't as sociable, as 'pretty' (more like slutty) as everyone else. So therefore, they got picked as class loner.
So how can anda say to these people that school days are the best days of anda life?
A bundle of laughs for the bitches in the back row, hell for the one at the front, who can hear every single rude remark that's being made about them. That person could be anyone. The class nerd, emo, the one that's not as intelligent as most, anyone that's different from the rest of the crowd, whether it be to do with interests, sexuality, weight, height, appearence etc. They're not always classified as 'different'. Sometimes it's just because someone doesn't want to be friends with a bully, someone who wants to stand their ground and make friends with good people. Like me.
So how come, the ruder anda are, the happier school life is? That seems to be the way anyway. Sure, the harder anda work in school, anda lebih anda get out of it, but lessons are only half of it. Some victims of bullying have to go through torture every day. Some spend break time and lunch alone, trying to find a place to hide. Then there's the dreaded moment when you're told to get into pairs in the lesson, and some menggerutu, jalang makes a fuss because they've ended up with you. Not all do, some of friends around them, but a lot do.
Of course, the school isn't divided into two lots, bullies and victims. There's always groups of friends, who do their best to stay out of the situation, but nearly always, they're on the side of the bully, because otherwise they'll be a victim. What I wish though, was that everyone would just turn on that group of bullies. If everyone did, then they would have no power whatsoever, and maybe bullying wouldn't be such a problem.
It happens to me. I'm ok, I have friends, they're not always around in my lessons, but they're there. I've learnt to stick up for myself, not let them walk over me. They still snigger behind my back, make comments, but I've learnt to not let it get to me, because they're not worth it. I feel for those kids so much though, that sit there alone, praying for someone to look up and notice that you're alive. It hurts, and I just wish that those bullies realized how much it hurts. Maybe they do realize, they just don't care.
Yes, for some it's just sitting behind a desk, texting, giggling. But for others, it's a nightmare, something they dread every day. Those are the people that usually haven't done anything wrong. They weren't as sociable, as 'pretty' (more like slutty) as everyone else. So therefore, they got picked as class loner.
So how can anda say to these people that school days are the best days of anda life?
Okay, well I want to start menulis a fantasi Book, and I have come up with a couple starting sentences, but I can't think which one I should start with, please give me your honest opinion on which one I should start with......
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school hari at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other hari for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
1. Mr.Johnson's math class joined together in room B3, and sat down at their desks like any other day, but it was anything but that.
2. Once upon a time, there was a school in Grand Rapids, called St. James and thats where our story begins.
3. The school hari at St. James in Grand Rapids started out like any other hari for the kids of Mr. Johnsons math class.
4. Our story begins with room B3, a classroom in St. James in Grand Rapids.
