My Bullying Story

This is for Rachel's Club. It's a TRUE story of times when I was bullied.
P.S. I know that this wasn't a very severe situation. It's one I go through a lot, but this time was different. So please just read.
P.P.S I also make some generalizations about kids who go to public schools. I know that not everyone is as bad as I make them sound. In fact, I've talked to very nice people who go to a public school. All my neighbors go to a public school, and they're nice, too So please don't be offended!

Chapter 1

Here we go:

I'm not afraid to admit that I'm Catholic, or that I go to a Catholic school. In fact, I'm proud of it. Let me tell you a few things about going to a school like mine.

You wear a uniform, and other kids think that it makes you a freak and makes you different and unworthy of their attention.

We used to have our own busing, but then the board wanted to get rid of private school bus transportation completely. Then they decided that a shuttle bus would take us to the nearest public school, according to where you live.

Once we switched to that, the teasing really began. I mean, imagine. You get off a bus wearing a hideous uniform and immediately, you're thrown into a mass of public schoolers, who are also middle schoolers. You get looks, snickers, stares, even whispers. Not to mention some really ignorant people who think you wear your uniform by choice.

Once, I was standing alone, waiting for my bus. It was last, as always. I saw these two girls standing off to the side, looking me up and down and giggling. I knew what was going to happen, so I just waited.
I waited for them to say how horrible I looked, or how weird I am because I go to a different school.

Finally, they came right up to me. While one laughed, the other asked (Very obnoxiously, I might add) if I wear my uniform by choice. I believe the exact quote was, "Do you wear that by choice? 'Cuz it's..UGH!" I started to explain the same old explanation. But they didn't care and laughed once more before walking away.

Usually, I just forgive and forget. But this time, something about it really bugged me.
I didn't know what it was as I got on my bus that finally arrived.
I didn't know what it was as I walked home alone from my bus stop.
And I still didn't know what it was when I got home and told my mom. (who told me that those girls were idiots. Thanks, Mommy! xD)

Finally, as I was falling asleep at night, it came to me.
They didn't wait for my explanation, or care about what I had to say.
They made a rude comment merely to make one, and that hurt.

I've gone through a lot of teasing throughout the years, and I dismissed most of it. I mean, I have an older brother. He taught me well. (Of course, he did that simply by teasing me, but whatever) But I had never really stopped to think about it like I did now.

A lot of those public schoolers think we're snobby rich kids who get everything we want, just because going to my school costs a lot of money. But the truth is, both my parents work, and if they didn't choose to send all four of us kids to a Catholic grade school and a Catholic high school, we would have a lot more money.

I know that I'm likeable. My friends tell me that I'm one of a kind, awesome, and can only be described as "Claire." When they say it, it helps me know that I'm wanted by people and that I am loved and I am special, and I can do anything I want to.
I know that because I have family and friends who love me with all their hearts, even if it doesn't seem like that sometimes.

But because of those girls, I know now that it won't always be like that.
People won't like me.
They won't want to hear me explain, and they won't want to get to know me, because I'm just a little different.
Because I'm Catholic. Or anything, really.

Believe it or not, I'm actually glad that those girls were mean to me.
Because of them, I know all of this.
Because of them, I'm not afraid to be myself in any situation.

If you've gotten to know me, you know I'm hyper, and crazy, and just plain weird. I like that about myself.
It makes me me, and now I don't care what people think of me.
I'm happy to be me.
I'm happy to be Catholic.
I'm happy to go to the school that I do.
I'm just...me.
And it's the greatest feeling in the world.

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