When you’re dealing with bullying it can feel like there’s nothing you can do about it. You can convince yourself that trying to stop it might make things worse. Encouraging students to Be the Change,” the Megan Meier Foundation bestows scholarships for $500 to $1,000 for courageous high school seniors across the U.S. who’ve made a positive impact concerning bullying and cyberbullying issues. Eligibility criteria requires enrolling full-time in academics, intending to graduate with a diploma in Spring, holding a cumulative GPA of 2.5 or higher, promoting tolerance of differences in their school community, and submitting at least one faculty recommendation.
My name is Karissa.I am currently 17 years old and a Junior in High School. From the beginning, I knew I would be a different kind of girl when I entered high school. I wanted to b a different person from what I was in middle school. It all began my freshman year, I was bullied relentlessly and teased constantly. I was pushed into lockers, pushed down in the hallways, made fun of by nasty comments from people who walked past me. I would also get dirty looks from different people in class. It got worse my Sophomore year. Then now as a junior, I have attempted suicide and I was cutting for about 3 years. I never thought I would end up this way. It wasn’t until my boyfriend Blake made me see the true meaning of life. He has helped me defeat the bullies and made me a stronger person. Am I still bullied today? Of course. But I don’t let it bother me. I thank god everyday that I didn’t decide to kill myself and now I have stopped cutting.
Things changed a lot after fifth and sixth. I had changed, and by the sixth grade that boy was in my class yet again. We both learned our lesson: to not speak to one another. We mostly just spoke like one or twice a day, but that was it. I was still naive in that year, but now I’m in seventh grade, and I would say I have been “evolved.” I’m usually sarcastic now, speaking quietly to people who would judge me, but with friends I would be myself. I started dressing differently too, and still had to maintain my weight even though I still love food. People had been mad at me at gym; if I don’t do a good job on the team, if I dropped the ball – but those people, like I said, aren’t worth it (btw, people are judging me cuz we didn’t win the game? Well, 1. I’m not that good in sports because 2. I’m an asthmatic). I even cried once, but got over it.
Over the next two semesters, the situation just got worse. In our classes together, we ended up sitting on opposite sides of the room, but I could still feel their eyes on me. I knew them well enough to know they were making fun of me and talking about me behind my back. I became reluctant to talk in class because of the whispers from that side of the room that would follow. I started noticing other friends and acquaintances from the program had stopped talking to me. Stephanie had completely isolated me from all of my friends. She started showing up to mutual classes wearing my clothes that had gone missing in the dorms, looking pointedly at me when she did. The whispering, the clothes, everything, was all a big mind game she was playing to have control.