posted on Jun, 1 2008 @ 02:57 AM
how does one get justice when school has prety much destroyed a person?
it's been years since i've been in school yet i still have a burning anger and want of justice as i feel thats where my life started going down the
drain. in grades 1-4 i constantly was bullied by most of my classmates because i didn't do well, i didn'teven start to read untill my parrents found
someone to help me on their own in grade 3 (thanks to a fill in teacher who figured out i had problems), turns out i was deslexic,. i even remember
eraseing negitive signs with my eraser because i could barely add forgett about subtraction. i also remember spending quite alot of time after school
and in the office because i wasn't doing my work, (how can one do it if they don't have a clue what to do in the first place). not only was i
constantly beat up (i became a good runner and tree climber), but i got in truble for not fighting back. once i even got yelled at because my older
sister was upset that i was being beaten up. i was continuasly told to fight back to stop it. unfortunatly at that time i listened to my parrents that
i shouldn't fight.
then we moved at the end of fourth grade, i figured great i would get a fresh start. well i did and didn't. thing was we changed school systems. i
still wasn't very good at school and on top of that i was singled out because i didn't know any french. my old school nwas going to start french in
grade 5, the new school started french in grade 1 and to be honest a bit in kindergarten as well. this meant that by grade 5 french class was all
french, so not understanding a word i became "stupid" and a target. add to this that at one point we were suppost to watch a certain showon cable,
heck the only tv we even had was the monitor for the new comadore 64 dad had bought that summer, forget haveing cable as we were not well off, no vcr
either as they were realy expensive back then, and my family didn't have much money, we lived in a crappy section of a rich area. the damm teacher
refused to beleive this of course and called me a lier in front of the entire class when i spoke up and said why i couldn't watch the show.
so iu was now stupid and poor, well the beats just kept on comeing. i even got blaimed for stealing a bike that was stolen while we were in class.
yeah a grade 5 student can just slip outside and cut a heavy chain and steal a bike without anyone noticeing i was gone.:bnghd: at that point i
started to fight back, all that accomplished was when i started getting the better of the beater others would join in to help them. also I was the one
to get in trubble because of course they had "witnesses" saying i started it. i even started to use weapons to try to defend myself, stckes, rocks,
chains, my belt backpack and books ect, whatever was at hand. of course this just brought more trubble and i didn't even ubnderstand why I was always
the one in trubble. once they even phisicaly forced me to "kiss" a metaly handicapped girl, she had no clue i don't think that i was pushed on her
by 3 or 4 other guys, all she knew was i "violated" her. yet more trubble i was in. in all honesty i don't remember much else about that year other
thatn it was the time of my first suicide attempt (never try to hang yourself with a plastic skipping rope they break). and all the fighting i had to
do as far as i was concerned i was trying to save my life some of the beatings were prety bad. and yet i always started it. i remember once we had
some small woodlots on the grounds and i climbed a small tree and leaned over bending it to another tree and so on till i escaped.
at some point towords the end of the year it was decided that i was a special ed student and got moved to a differant school. well as anyone knows who
has ever been a special ed student knows that right there singles kids out for abuse. we were all right as long as we stayed together as a group but
without the group we were open to attack.