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Story time~I was in my senior/final year of highschool and I was in my morning class, which was a sort of creative writing/literature class and my teacher was giving us our finals; we could write about whatever we wanted but it would be kept and shown to future classes.
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Story time~I was in my senior/final year of highschool and I was in my morning class,

which was a sort of creative writing/literature class and my teacher was giving us our finals; we could write about whatever we wanted but it would be kept and shown to future classes.

So naturally I tried to think about a serious issue, something that had a powerful message that would leave an impact on students after I’ve graduated.

And my first thought was bullying and the hurtful (and sometimes tragic) outcome of being bullied in school.

I ended up writing a 5 page poem about an imaginary scenario in which a boy was bullied so much in school that he turned to violence.

(This subject was actually discussed pretty frequently at my school as we had armed security guards, routine locker checks and security cameras installed for our protection.

)  Shortly after turning in my final a security guard came to the classroom door and asked for me, which made everyone spin around in their chairs because I was the shy,

quiet girl in class and that caught everybody off-guard. I quietly shuffled into the hallway and politely asked the security guard if I did something wrong “I DON’T KNOW- YOU TELL ME” she snapped.

It was 7 in the morning,

I was tired and very confused and not in the mood for mind-games so I sighed and politely asked again and she grabbed my arm and hauled me down 2 flights of stairs to the principal’s office.

I came into the principal’s office and was gestured to sit as the door closed behind me and two security guards loomed over me.

I plopped down in the chair and asked my principal what this was about and he pulled out a document and slid it across the desk towards me, it was my poem.

“Is there something you’d like to tell us?” he asked. I took a deep breath to brace myself and replied, “this is a poem about bullying and it expresses what could happen if it’s not taken seriously.

” The security guards behind me shuffled and my principal’s face crumpled with disgust. “If we search your locker will we find any weapons?” he grumbled. I was a good student.

I was well liked among my peers, my teachers loved me, I had good grades and I was always very respectful. But my patience was wearing thin at this point.

“No, I am not a threat to this school in any way, sir, and you are missing my point. Good students are being bullied here, both by fellow students and teacher staff.

Students should feel safe at school but you guys don’t do anything to stop it.

” (Though we had countless security guards they rarely did anything to help students who were being picked on, and sometimes they’d even side with the bully to throw insults at students.

)One of the guards behind me made a groan of disgust and my principal leaned over his desk towards me.

“It’s not our fault that students like you-” he gestured at my black clothing, “bring it on yourselves, if you’re bullied in school it’s your fault.

” “This is exactly what I meant in my final! If you don’t protect your students then you’re failing them, they should feel safe!” I snapped at him.

Refusing to back down, my principal instructed the guards behind me to search my locker. “Go back to your class and get your things. You are hereby suspended until further notice.

Your final will not be graded.” My principal leaned back in his chair and scribed a notice for my teachers stating that I will not be attending my other classes.

I stood and glared at him for a moment before saying“You can’t suspend me, I’m transferring schools.” And I did.

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