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Days That Were Good And Bad

Days That Were Good And Bad

Introduction

I had some good days and bad days when I was a kid. Sometimes they were really nice, and sometimes they sucked. Here’s my story of the Days That Were Good And Bad:

The worst day I ever had was the day I started getting bullied.

If you’ve ever been bullied, then you know what a terrible feeling it can be. The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that someone else has power over your life and there’s nothing you can do about it. They make fun of everything about you and make your life miserable. It’s hard not to feel like crying when this happens because no one should have such power over anyone else’s life!

I remember the moment when I realized bullying was happening at my school. I saw my friend walking home from school with her hair wet from the rain (she didn’t realize this), which made me think she had been playing in some water outside instead of inside playing video games like she usually does during recess time before lunchtime arrives… and then suddenly out of nowhere came this guy who said something rude about how much he liked her hair looking wet because he thought it made him look cooler than everyone else standing nearby who hadn’t been involved with any activity outside after all!

He even went so far as saying something along those lines again moments later without realizing how hurtful his words were being towards another student who had tried hard enough just yesterday afternoon to try out new hairstyles herself while practicing different styles before deciding which ones worked best together best overall. But instead, ended up getting told off by random strangers each time they walked past us both together. So frustrating!”

It all started when the teacher put me in a group with kids who were always mean to people.

It all started when the teacher put me in a group with kids who were always mean to people.

She said, “You’re going to have to work together.”

I asked her why she was putting me with those kids and she said, “Well they might be nice.”

But I knew they would never be nice since they had been bullying people since kindergarten.

They would make fun of me from day one and tell me I didn’t belong, that I should just quit.

You: They would make fun of me from day one and tell me I didn’t belong, that I should just quit.

Me: They’d say things like “You’re not smart enough to be here.” or “How are you going to learn anything with those glasses on?” or “That outfit makes you look like an idiot!”

At first, it made me want to quit. But then something changed, and I was no longer afraid to be myself.

The first time that I faced a bully, I thought it would be the end of my life. But then something changed and I was no longer afraid to be myself.

I had always been shy but after the bullying started, I became quieter than ever before. My parents tried their best to help me feel better about myself. They tried to make sure that people didn’t treat me differently because of who we were as a family. Because sometimes being different results in getting different treatments.

But nothing worked until one day when my mom told me about how we were going out for lunch one afternoon with some friends from church who had kids our age—and she wanted us all dressed up nice enough that no one would be able to tell what kind of family we belonged too!

After that, they stopped bullying me, but by then others at school had started to bully me too.

After that, they stopped bullying me, but by then others at school had started to bully me too. Some of them were my friends and it made me feel like I didn’t belong. When we moved schools and I started new classes again, some people knew who I was from the bullying. So, they would make fun of me all the time! They talk about how weird it was that someone from a poor family could be so smart and clever.

I didn’t tell anyone about the bully because I thought it wasn’t their fault. If someone else finds out about something bad happening then maybe they’ll think twice before doing it again!

It didn’t stop until one of the bullies hit me so hard that I had to go to the hospital for stitches. He got expelled for it!

It didn’t stop until one of the bullies hit me so hard that I had to go to the hospital for stitches. He got expelled for it! After that, things were better at school and I was able to focus on my studies again. But then he came back a few months later with his friends and started bullying me again. And worse than before! He called me names like “fatty” or “fatass”, which hurt my feelings because they weren’t true! Some days it would take hours just trying to get through class without facing those bullies. Sometimes they wouldn’t even let us leave until we cried ourselves into submission…

But even after he got expelled, the other bullies still picked on me for a few more months, until I finally told them where to get off.

You may feel like you’re the only one who gets bullied and that your friends are all there to support you. But even after he got expelled, the other bullies still picked on me for a few more months, until I finally told them where to get off.

You have every right to stand up for yourself—and if someone else is bullying you, tell an adult. Don’t let people push around someone else. Nobody should be made fun of just because they’re different from other kids in your school or neighborhood! If it happens again, tell an adult as well. Sometimes adults need help too!

If it’s happening at home (or elsewhere), talk with both parents about what happened and what needs to change. So, no one can hurt others in the future. If possible, try talking with teachers directly about any behavior issues instead of relying solely on parents’ advice alone. Although sometimes these conversations don’t go quite so smoothly either way 🙁

They backed down pretty quickly after that.

They backed down pretty quickly after that.

I think they were afraid of the consequences of bullying me. So, they stopped picking on me, bothering me and being rude to me. It’s been a while since they’ve done anything like that to me at!

It took a lot of courage to stand up for myself. But it was worth it, in the end, as now I don’t let other people push me around anymore.

It is important to stand up for yourself. I have always been a person who is willing to stand up for myself and others. So, when it came time to stand up against other people, I didn’t take no for an answer.

The best part of this experience was that it gave me more confidence in myself and made me feel better about who I am as a person. It also taught me that not everyone has the same standards or values as I do, which can be disappointing but also liberating at times (e.g., when people try to talk down on you just because they think they know better).

Conclusion

It’s not easy being bullied all the time. But if you can stand up for yourself and tell other people where to get off, then it will be worth it in the end.

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