“Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And more important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.” – Steve Jobs. Discuss.
Have you ever felt alone while walking through the crowded hallways of a school, that you never wanted to be at in the first place? Have you ever felt the humiliating mockery of the kids sitting in the background, and you wish you had the urge to turn around and say something, but no matter how many words built up in your mind, you can’t turn around and let them have it. You can’t let them know how you feel… the bug in your throat is just too strong.
That is how school is…It’s a fight, it’s a struggle. It’s a game of who’s more popular, who has the newest labels and the most expensive stuff, and if you don’t fit into that crowd, then it’s “hey, who are you,” because to them, you’re a nobody.
Reflecting on my 13 years of school, I can remember my best school year ever. Kindergarten year with Mrs Taylor and Mrs.Patterson, back when life was much simpler; when all kids were worried about was, “Can you hand me the purple crayon?”, or who was going to kick the ball first at recess, back when everyone was friends and there was no care in the world.
Life isn’t like that though. As you get older and go about your business, you’re separated and segregated into different groups, different labels. Either you’re the fat kid, or the geek, or the nerd, the high school jock that leads the school, or the pretty prom queen that thinks just because her lipstick is pretty and pink she can be a brat to everyone. Those friends that you thought would stick beside you forever are now some of the biggest strangers you’ve ever known, though I have no explanation of it.
I do think that education is important, but I don’t think bullying is being fully covered in that network. For example, when I was in the 6th grade, this girl had been picking on me the whole year, but it got really bad when this little boy revealed his private area to me in the middle of class. I told the teacher but since there was no evidence, nothing was really done about it and he went around telling people that I told on him. I was then in the wrong for it. Well, on this day, this girl came up to me, picking at me, saying stuff about this boy and how I was such a liar and calling me so many names that a 6th grader shouldn’t even know. Well, I got tired of it and told the teacher “I need you to handle this or I am going to have to end up handling it because I can’t take it anymore”. His response threw me over the edge. He said, “That isn’t my problem, and if you decide to take it into your own hands, then you will receive a write up”.
At this point I stopped caring about school. I stopped giving a crap about if I went or not, if I got an A or an F. If they weren’t going to care about me and how I felt, then why should I care? This went on for years and each year it got worse. I had to repeat 6th grade. I sunk into a deep sadness. I didn’t smile, I didn’t laugh. I was a hollow body of a girl who just wanted to fit in. I just wanted to be seen for who I really was.
Kids at school didn’t understand and they just made it worse. Some said I just wanted attention and others said “I wasn’t really hurting”. Others they just looked and laughed and then some didn’t even speak at all; they just listened and believed what everyone was saying. That is how the girl everyone thought they knew was formed.
I am now 18 years old. This is my last year of high school. I still get picked on sometimes, but not nearly as bad as before. But as the quote above states, “Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And more important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.” I had to learn, what was going on in my life wasn’t the end of the world. I had to go under all that was going on, and find my voice. Through all of the years I was hiding under this insecure girl; that isn’t who I am. I am an intelligent, beautiful, sweet, down to earth, creative girl that is turning into an even better woman.
Those who aren’t as lucky as me, to find their voice. Whom are still stuck in a place they want to change, Or some that were stuck, but couldn’t handle it. They need a voice. They need someone to stand up! They need someone to stand up and say hey I AM HERE! I know what you’re going through! You will be okay!
We can be their voice until they find their own.