Question Of The Day
8. What would you like your teachers to know about you?
I would like them to know that I was bullied at a young age (but I'm still very young). I have those memories, like dreams that haunt me. I remember of the day like a photograph (I can "see" it when I close my eyes and try to remember it). I was hugging my legs with my arms, in a corner of a big room. I saw nearly eight faces. 16 eyes, each one of them pointing to me. There were smiles on their lips. And from their smiling lips, words came out: "You jerk", another lip spoke. "Get away from us. We don't like you". It's funny that they were around me, so I couldn't get out. Some were leaning over their legs, and some were with their arms crossed. All of them had long straight hair, the fashion trend between kids at that time. They were laughing. It was an awful laugh.I put my head between my legs. I didn't want to hear anymore. But I couldn't block the noises."Oh, she's scared. Poor her". It tasted a little sarcastic and bitter. Very bitter.
Because of this event, I have a fear of starting a conversation with people. Even if on the outside I may not look like, I'm scared in the inside and trembling. Sometimes, I feel comfortable talking to someone, but most of the time, I don't feel pleasured talking. I have a fear of people. I have a repulsion against them. I often force myself to talk to people, and that is done very reluctantly. I would like the teachers to make less group works, but it would only make the class more boring.
I used to have long hair. And I think that from that day, I always used my hair as a "protection" against people. I always had my hair in my face, so I could have a "wall" between me and them. That's why my nickname in Elementary days was "Miss Curtain".
"Good morning miss Curtain!". I liked it.
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