High school: a major transition in many teen’s lives that poses some confusing, yet important, questions. Who am I? Where do I belong? What am I going to do with my life? I was caught up in all of these questions, and quite frankly, life didn’t seem so simple or easy anymore. Day after day I would struggle with keeping everything in balance and worried about all of the little things. My life seemed to slowly slip up until I couldn’t seem to handle everything. I needed answers, and I needed them quickly.…
Mean Girls is a 2004 film about the life of a popular high school girl. The teen comedy is considered by many high schoolers to be a legendary movie that depicts a dream high school that is ideal for many of today’s youth. The film centers around 4 junior girls called the plastics. They are pretty and preppy, popular and legendary in the school. They are worshipped like goddess by the students of the school because of their fame, riches, and popularity. However, the group of mean girls live up to their name. They are nasty, trashy and downright evil at times. Revenge is their middle name, and they will not hesitate to throw some of their best friends under the bus at a seconds notice, literally throw them under a bus. They gossip, spread terrible rumors and exclude their friends from cliques on purpose. However, this movie has had a big effect on the public, especially the youth and the younger generation. The ideal life of the plastics in high school has created a lust for popularity among teenagers and also has showed teenage girls that being ‘mean’ will get you friends, popularity and fame in the complicated world that is high school.…
At the beginning of my high school days when I was a freshman or “fish” as the upperclassmen would call us, I never knew where I really belonged. Every clique or group that I tried to become a part of did not truly fit my personality. Just like the upperclassmen had said, I felt like a small fish in an even bigger sea. It all changed when one day a pep rally was held in honor of our first football game of the season. As I sat in the rickety bleachers and watched the cocky football players walk out followed by the overly-spirited cheerleaders, I sat back in dismay. But then following the cheerleaders,…
As eighth graders we rule the school. We are the top dogs. We are who everyone wants to be. From the youngest in the school to the biggest and smartest, we are now the students sitting here today listening for our names to be called so we can walk across the stage and be recognized for our achievements.…
Elie Wiesel has said, “What hurts the victim the most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but the silence of the bystander, ‘’ I, unfortunately, know the emotion behind this quote too well. During my middle school years, my friends were everything to me. I had a compact group of two best friends. We were hardly seen without each other, but I had known one of the girls longer than the other; one since elementary school and the other I had barely met in middle school. The friend I had known the longest was named ‘E’, while the newest friend was named ‘J’. During 7th grade, rumors were being scattered about my group of friends. Supposedly, J had spoken disrespectfully about E and I. Everyone knows rumors should be disregarded, but there's just something about middle school that makes it a time during a growing kid’s life when one’s superiority needs to be proven. In other words, rumors…
At school, I didn’t always fit in. I didn’t wear name brand clothes or pretty dresses, and I didn’t have the popular school supplies or toys. However, like most kids, I always wanted to…
It’s safe to say that I went through an awkward stage primarily during my middle school days. Foreign endorphins, peer pressure and poor judgment basically describe grades six through eight. This period of self-identity stretched into my high school years as well. My common conformist attitude shined brightly during these stages when I succumbed to the bullies by not speaking out and joining them in jeering an innocent girl, who I later found out suffers from Asperger’s syndrome. The girl, Leah, is to me as Boo Radley is to Scout Finch from To Kill a Mockingbird.…
My low tolerance for bullying will never change. However, I am more eager and intelligent to stand up against it now.…
The teachers see the school as “bully-free” because their soft eyes refuse to see the brutality of some kids and the fragility of others. My teachers would never suspect I cork my emotions into a glass bottle with the word caution smeared across the front. To them I haven’t a care in the world. They refuse to believe that I am alone, or that I’m not as smart as they may expect, or that I care about being these things. They ignore the years I’ve spent alone. They don’t know that I squeeze myself into the lunch table, between two groups of friends. I don’t have any “friends.” I only have a few people who tolerate…
During the middle school days of my childhood, trying to fit in was a major key. Meaning you could not wear any childish outfits, making sure puberty hit you, and being the popular one in your grade. None of these factors mattered to me until my eight grade year. Being in eight grade, everyone considered themselves as the “top dogs” of the school. Anyone in…
90% of all students between 4th and 8th grade are bullied physically or verbally during their schooling. I was one of those students – told daily that I was fat and never going anywhere in life. Bullying continues to tremble the ground with its every advancing step and scare its’ victims and bystanders with its extensive roar. Bullying was something that walked into my life in elementary school and tortured me throughout middle school. Nonetheless, I did not lose hope and I fought back.…
It was a normal ordeal at school. Everyone laughing, smiling, just being happy. They don't see how well they have it while the outsiders are sitting around, waiting for someone to understand them. I was sitting there, but I wasn't there. I was in my own land of creativity where I can be anyone and be anywhere. Today, I chose the life of a star athlete, popular, loved. But all of a sudden, I snapped out of my dreamlike state. Why does everything have to revolve around popularity? Why can't it be simpler? Why can't we all just be happy and ourselves around everybody? Because I doubt that any guy really picks on little guys all of the time, and teenage girls trash talking other girls out of pure boredom. I believe that people at high school or any type of school really just believes that they have to play a role to society. The cheerleaders think they have to act the part, the jocks believe that they can only hang out with the cheerleaders and themselves, to avoid band members or unsocial people. Unsocial people believe that the cheerleaders and jocks have the superior authority.…
When I entered high school, life became a struggle. Like any ordinary teenager, I had to confront the peer pressure that surrounded me and at the same time focused on school to obtain a good GPA. The biggest struggle I had to overpass was not letting my friends influence my behavior. This was hard because if I didn’t do what my friends wanted me to do, then I wasn’t cool enough to hang around with them. Having to give up school to hang out with my friends wasn’t exactly how I planned high school to be. Therefore, it dreaded me to know that I wasn’t going to have friends because I wanted to do well in school and breaking my parents heart by converting myself into a bad girl, was not something that my parents deserved after everything they have provided in life for me.…
During my years in primary school, I was usually solitary because my classmates were very multi-national which made it immensely difficult for me to communicate with them as my English standards were awful. Soon, I noticed that being popular was extremely significant at these times because most kids were rather mature and started dating, having crushes on other people, hanging out at basketball courts during lunch, smoking, taking drugs and street- dancing. These people has earned a reputation in school of being popular while others are still trying to fit in, such as myself.…
I was the meanest, richest and smartest boy in my Primary Four class. Being a notorious bully, students cowered at the mere mention of my name. Without any reason, I would start bullying other students. I always had a bag of tricks up my sleeves, so my ‘attack’ on my ‘victim’ would come unexpectedly. I always had a sense of satisfaction after successfully bullying a student. It was like another feather in my cap. Others’ misery was my happiness.…