The Preparation of moving school ..

After being bullied for the past  2 years non stop with no help or support from the school and constantly fighting a brick wall and not getting any where  and with me constantly refusing to go into school because I absolutely hated the thought of having to be bullied day in and day out for something which I couldn’t help it got to a point were one morning as usual I was refusing to go in and dad had already left for work and mum realized what was the point in forcing me in to school any more we wasn’t getting anywhere constantly going up to the school I wasn’t happy and defiantly didn’t feel safe in school so this was when we made the decision for me to move schools.

So that was it decision made this was it I was going to move junior school to get away from the bullying, My parents decided on one of the other junior schools which was right at the other end of town but however we had heard good things about the school as one of my friends from nursery who also went to the same previous junior school but didn’t get on there and had moved to this school and well the only issue that stood in the way was how I would get there every day and get home of a night but this was quickly resolved as my friend who had moved to this school whose mum was friends with my mum offered to take me there and back every day so that was a new school found and transport sorted now to just get accepted into the school and start .First I had to go and visit the school to see what I thought of it

I vaguely remember visiting my new school all thought it is kind of  fuzzy because it was so long ago the only thing I can remember from visiting my potential new school was that I really liked the look of the new school  and from taking a tour around the school I knew instantly that appearance wise it looked soo much better than my previous junior school which was encouraging one thing I remember I couldn’t get my head around and find quite funny now looking back at it was the fact that the school in two areas had stairs leading to two upstairs classrooms which I thought was really bizarre since when did schools have stairs .Also as I was having my tour around the new school not once did it cross my mind what if I get bullied here because I had already been told about their anti bullying system and wasn’t worried about anything .In fact I was just over the moon to be getting away from the bullies at my previous school

I remember then and there my place was confirmed and I was accepted into the school and just thinking yes thank god this is finally my time to be able to escape I finally could get away from the bullies but I knew I would have to go face the bullies maybe for a few months until I could start at this new school but no not at all I was told I could start the very next day which came as a HUGGEE shock but a very good one at that again I was completely over the moon this was it I really was leaving my old school

Now for the tricky bit going back to my old school and telling them I was leaving how would they take this ? ….

The School That Didn’t Care

For the first eight years of my life, I had pretty much accepted myself the way I was, and I felt OK about myself. But then  I went up to Juniors.Where the problems begun

At my first Junior school , Since very early on in my school life at this school and on-wards I felt very vulnerable , like I didn’t fit in , as though the world was totally against me , embarrassed and ashamed to be Myself the reason I felt like this was because I was being faced with bullies, the bullying was mostly verbal but also emotional and mental ; it was all based around my appearance ( my little  ear) all of the comments I had were about my little  ear but everyday these comments became more and more hurtful.

I came home from school crying every day  and told Mum and Dad what was happening. They went up to the school to talk to the head several times, but the teachers always insisted there was nothing going on, saying they had no problems with bullying at their school. But I knew different. Teachers who were on playground duty just ignored what was being said to me. It was very upsetting. I was being made unhappy but the school didn’t want to do anything about it.

I was becoming more and more fearful ; frightened of going to school . Being at school knowing no matter what i did, where I went , or who I was with this was going to happen. The thing i couldn’t get my head around was how I hadn’t really noticed I was different until this point . Yet everyone else did and the fact that even people I didn’t and still don’t know knew about it.
If I made it into school and faking to be ill hadn’t worked or any other excuse I could come up with failed I would simply go into school put on a brave face although I was feeling far from brave and when things got to tough or too hard I would simply take myself off to the medical room and complain of being ill so the school would have to ring my mum and get her to come and collect me and this was the only way I felt I could get away from the situation that I was being faced with daily also often where I had been bullied I would actually feel ill where i didn’t know what was going to happen next or just panicking and winding myself up about the day or from seeing someone who had picked on me or even people walking in my direction .But it wasn’t as though I hadn’t told mum about this as I did tell her some of the comments that had been said but I never told her everything or the day-to-day events it wasn’t that I couldn’t trust her but i was too scared  to as bullied have a kind of power over you that makes you bottle everything up and also feel as though the world is against you but when I did tell my mum some of the things that happened she got in touch with the school but the head teacher would always turn around and say “there is no bullying in my school” and made out I was making it up which made things worse

Knowing that the school didn’t support or help me through the situation  made me feel that the school didn’t care enough about me as an individual let alone the situation it was like they liked the fact it was going on and as though they were getting fun ; enjoyment and entertainment out of it as well as satisfaction I just felt and knew everyday was getting harder and harder to cope with and lost several friends at this stage so was only left with best friend Emma Buck so I spent my break and lunch times with her well I generally spent a lot of time with her pretty much everyday if it was possible.Although this was a rough patch for me at school some great memories occurred between us

The bullying effected my self-esteem , confidence , socialization skills and also trust in other people so this made me very wary of people whether I knew them or not and I just found things exceptionally hard and obviously this was quite a lonely time for me with all of the bullying

School life  got to the point where I didn’t want to be in that kind of situation any more and  my mum was constantly up at the school  dealing with things or  at least trying to sort things out with the school but no matter what we got exactly the same replies  “there’s no bullying in  our school ”  and other comments like that which just made things worse because it was quite obvious as  a lot of staff had seen  it happening but they didn’t bother sorting it out or doing anything

So at nine I moved to another primary school to get away from the bullies…