Kindergarten…my teacher was prejudice and treated me differently than the other kids..I didnt understand why…
Second grade…my teacher didnt like me and embarrassed me infront of the whole class whenever she felt fit to do so.
Fourth grade…my substitute teacher compared my hair to medusa, the greek mythology character with snakes for hair infront of the entire class.
Sixth grade…I got hurt on the playground and the kids said I had a different color of blood because I was not like them.
Eigth grade…Went to a friends house and we played a game where I was the girl the alligator ate because I was the ugly girl with bad hair.
Tenth grade…Nobody would stand next to me in taking a school club photo because I was a “cameljockey” and didnt smell good.
Twelvth grade…a teacher singled me out because I was the only muslim in the class during the persian gulf war and decided to humiliate me with an answer I gave to a question.
College…I accepted my past and realized that some of the teachers/kids did what they did out of ignorance, some out of hate, and some because thats what they were taught. No hard feelings.
Now…I want to be a teacher someday (if only even part-time)…to teach children and adults what I learned in life(and am still learning)…to love and nurture, not to hate and remain ignorant. It starts with one…
Learn to love yourself, then learn to love one-another
Munni damn the whole world... ur especial... u da bomb.... u rule... so dont worry what other ppl think.... we love u .... ppl have a tendency for being ignorant fools... i am sure if u look closly out of the 20-30 ppl that tried abusing u.... u can find a thousand others that respect u 4 the person u are... so leave them ...CAUSE U RULE AND U KNOW IT
I think i could safely say that at one point or other, most people have shared similar experinces as u. Perhaps not to such an extreme degree as in your case, but most of us know where ur comging from.
I didn’t exactly have the best Primary 5 teacher either, and its amazing how much a teachers attiude can change a child. My Primary 5 teacher, went out of her way to ignore me, never picked on me no matter how many times my hand shot up to answer questions. Which i guess most kids would consider a blessing, but even as a clild it makes u wonder why you never ever everrrrrrrrr get a chance to do anything. Anyway, by the time the end of the year rolled around, I was one extermely quite kid. Lukily, she didn’t have a lasting effect me, half way through the next academic year I was back to my usual loud self
I dont’ know much about you, but I did read one of your other posts about you being excessivly shy. I guess that whole post of urs makes more sense now.
Munni, when you are noticeably different in any way, then you get picked on. It's happened to so many kids. It's usually jealousy and it's hard to live with. But it makes you a stronger person and makes you more capable of facing the problems you may have later on.