Trust and loyalty goes a long way and it is harder than you may think. For me it came in middle school when I began finding myself. As kids we are all taught to treat others like you would want to be treated. Sure, kids will shake their heads and act like we are listening. But when you leave through the door all that advice goes straight through the window. If someone looks, talks, or even walks different, he or she will be bullied by others. I would know because I was apart of a group who would partake in such behavior. I’ve seen it my whole life and what did I do, let me tell you In elementary school and the beginning of Middle school I hung out with a group of popular kids. I began hanging around them because I wanted to me just like them, “popular”. I was scrawny, awkward, and quiet growing up, but played in a lot of sports. Which was the main reason I wasn’t discluded from their group. Walking through the halls in school I would mimic them in the hopes I would be “cool” too. This included belittling other kids who weren’t as fortunate as the rest of us. Again, I didn’t notice anything wrong with it because it was fun for the others. So being a naive kid I went along with it.
This was until I saw one of the kids we bullied crying, his name was Meredith. He was autistic making him an easy candidate to be bullied and made it even harder to make friends. I approached him to see what was wrong and he immediately yelled at me to get away because he had recognized me from
As a child, I saw people as being people. Which means I didn’t notice all the things they did, like their behaviors or actions. I just went with the flow. I did what people told me to do if I thought they had some authority. In elementary school, I didn’t focus on what people called popular and didn’t feel the need to worry
Whenever I was in high school there were always the popular people and the losers and of course the popular people didn’t talk to the kids in the school. There were the people who did sports and the kids who did band. You never seen it where an unpopular kid was in a sport, and vice versa.
When it comes to conformity most of us will say “I never conformed” Well, studies show most people conformed without even knowing about it. From my experience I was always judged from my shoes to my hair. Even though my family was privileged I still got bullied, Everyday I cried when I got home it was a hard time and I thought to myself ”Should I change my look so they would like me better”. So after that day I changed myself just because the popular kids wouldn't laugh at me. Then I started to not like myself, If I don’t like myself, then who is, that’s the real answer your friends don’t like you for you then they are not real friends. Some people sometimes only like you if you have money or if you are dating the most popular guy trust me I have been through that.
People have a huge impact on your life, you make decisions based on what you think they’ll appreciate the most. Before a child is bullied, they might be happy and very nice, and they might be one of the best people you know. After bullying or neglect or being put down, they no longer have those qualities. Consequently, they’ve changed from that “good” person to that “evil” person because of their life experiences. People change people, everyone is born good, but they can become the evil villain we see in movies. The bullied can become the bullies, because they just want others to feel the same way they
On February 13, 2018 at approximately 1803 hours, I was dispatched to the Walmart located at 8701 US HWY 19 Port Richey, FL in reference to a stolen wallet. Upon my arrival, I made contact with the complainant / victim, Delmarie Mangual. Delmarie advised she had been shopping at the store when her light colored rectangular wallet broke off of its strap after she had checked out. She advised the wallet fell without her noticing somewhere between the registers, the general merchandise exit of the store and her vehicle.
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I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.
My mom squeezed my hand with tears running down her face. She quickly wiped her eyes when the nurse walked in. We were ready to get the appointment started. First came the normal check up procedures. I desperately wanted the doctor to come so I could tell him my symptoms and get out of this place. The nurse finished up and we were told to wait for Doctor Phil to come in.
I speeded up, crossed the bridge, and headed north to Santa Clara. I was going to college. After so many years, I was still moving. Ten minutes later I finally saw it, the Santa Clara University.
In 1951 my grandfather first stepped foot on American soil thanks to a workers permit. As you expect before entering my grandpa was given a thorough body check where he would undress and would be checked for any diseases if found any would be sent back.
Today was the usual day at the base as one of the guards watched the show on the television. Nothing was showing up on the radar as men were looking at it for any sudden changes. Tristan Dimont, a private, was looking at the radars until he heard footsteps and got up to salute. The others soon got up to salute at the captain. He saw the captain walked towards him and looked at the radar. "Has anything changed?" the captain said towards the private as he looked at the radar. The private looked at the radar and said, "Nothing so far, sir." he quickly turned to the captain, "But, the radar did spot a couple Spanish ships earlier.".
How does it feel when you get compared to everyone else? I was compared to my friends who were in gifted classes and I felt like a follower. I felt like a normal person in a group of extraordinary people. My friends would sometimes start to brag about what they did in math that day. Until I got a great teacher who always supported me.
The air was cold, bone chilling cold. A day like any other, or so we thought. We had just moved from Sedona, a small town in Arizona that was known for its beauty in the nature. We left because my dad got a new job as an electrical engineer at some big company based out of Ohio.
The fairy tales say that once upon a time a girl met a boy; they fell in love, and lived happily ever after. Reality is not that simple. Long-term relationships force couples to get to know each other, involve themselves in each others’ worlds, fight through the hard times, and eventually develop deeper connections through distinctive stages of Knapp’s relationship model. Although I have dated the same person for over two years, the stages of our communication make it seem as though I am now dating a different person following dissolution and subsequent repair. However, even the most exhilarating of roller coaster rides develop through a combination of ups and downs, much like the stages of a relationship.
Last year, in October during the cheerleader’s concert, that my mom and dad were singing at, I asked, “Do you want to dance?” My mom said, “yes”. Walking out to dance, she fell and accidently tripped me and landed on my ankle. It felt as if someone was breaking my leg in half. It got really numb where I couldn’t feel it, but I still knew I was in some pain. Picking me up off the ground, my mom sat me on the bleachers. Everyone came over there and it was really embarrassing. My dad carried me to the car and we drove to the dollar store to buy me an icepack to put on it.