When I was in the fifth grade, one day in one of my resource classes, I and
another student were sitting at the big large table. I had my pencil in my
hand that I just put down on the table. Right after I put the pencil down,
the other student picked it up and threw it across the room. I went and
got my pencil and started hitting the other student. At that time the
teacher started walking in and saw me hitting the other student. The
teacher started writing my name down for a demerit. I started telling the
teacher, "He took my pencil, he took my pencil." The teacher questioned
how he would have gotten my pencil. I didn't know how to respond, but
basically said that he just picked it up. The teacher didn't believe me.
One day when I was in the sixth grade, the other kids in my
class were playing a game on me to see how many annoying names they can
designate for me. One child was keeping a notebook and writing down the names
as kids were making them up. They started in the morning and when lunch came
around, they had around 80 names written down. When they got up to 100 names
during lunch, I was so mad, I actually screamed very loud like a girl. That
caught the principal's attention. He saw another student walking by my lunch
table at the time I screamed. The principal jumped to the wrong conclusion and
escorted me and the other student out of the lunch room. When the principal
asked me why I screamed, I told him they were calling me names, referring to the
other kids at my lunch table. At that time, the principal realized the other
student had nothing to do with why I screamed and sent him back inside the
lunchroom. The principal had a talk with me about screaming like that and I ate
lunch in the hall that day.
Another day in the sixth grade, I was sitting at my desk and
noticed my pencil needed sharpening. I went to the electrical pencil sharpener
and stood behind another student named Greg that was sharpening his pencil.
After he was done sharpening his pencil, I was going to sharpen my pencil. When
he was taking his pencil out of the pencil sharpener, another student named
Daniel pushed me into him and he ended up sticking himself with his pencil.
When the teacher came into the room, Greg tattletale on me. When the teacher
questioned me in the hallway outside of class, I told her "Daniel made me push
him." Right after I said that, I knew that didn't sound right. The teacher
questioned that with her raised up eyebrows and I said, "No, I mean Daniel
pushed me into him." The teacher called Daniel out into the hall and Daniel
denied pushing me. The other kids in class said that Eric ran to the pencil
sharpener and pushed Greg. I didn't run, but walked quickly, which was my
normal pace of walking. In the long run, I ended up getting blamed for
something I didn't do.
From these experiences, I learned how cruel kids can be to
other kids.