dontcare97
September 10th, 2011, 02:26 AM
Here's some background information:
Last year, in movie club me and my friends had decided to pool all of our bowls of popcorn into one big stash. Usually we'd get three or four bowls during the club and me and my friends made four people so all together we had more popcorn.
My guidance consular, let's call him Mr. F, singled me out as a greedy and noted how i would eat all of my friend's popcorn. He said to leave some for the rest of them and stop eating everything. I but already have poor body image and the lowest self esteem so when he, a grown adult teacher, said that I broke down sobbing. My friends tried to cheer me up even after I stop crying, it stayed with me.
Throughout that year he made a few more comments of that nature that left me in tears.
My charter school started two weeks ago and my family learned that we had to buy not only a uniform but a mandatory gym uniform that cost $40. I can not paid for that at all, my mom can't afford it. I told M. f that and he started to yell at me at how she can do it and I was just making excuses. then he left, i nearly punch a hole in the fucking wall. Then that night i told my mom that what he said and all about what happened last year. she made a complaint and the next day he called me after lunch to talk with me.
Most would think that he would try to calm me down and talk it out calmly like a fucking guidance consular would, but not Mr. F. He demanded that i tell him what happened in the club that made me upset. When i did he yelled at me and said i was that i was being greedy and stealing. At the verge of tears i told him stuff like that really hurt my feelings. He ignored me and went on to yell at me and how I made the arrangement to eat from other people's bowls. Mr. F said it like I was some sort of fat terrorist after my best friends' popcorn. when I finally cleared everything up, he just stared at me, realizing he was wrong. He tried to explain something but I was crying already and I left out the cafeteria.
That night I cut really badly, reopening a deep wound that killed my butterfly. I though htat I must be fat because he's an adult and a teacher. Kids are mean but it's the teacher's job not to hate you too. I hate him alot for making me feel so worthless.
I'm sorry i just had to let go. Advice?
Last year, in movie club me and my friends had decided to pool all of our bowls of popcorn into one big stash. Usually we'd get three or four bowls during the club and me and my friends made four people so all together we had more popcorn.
My guidance consular, let's call him Mr. F, singled me out as a greedy and noted how i would eat all of my friend's popcorn. He said to leave some for the rest of them and stop eating everything. I but already have poor body image and the lowest self esteem so when he, a grown adult teacher, said that I broke down sobbing. My friends tried to cheer me up even after I stop crying, it stayed with me.
Throughout that year he made a few more comments of that nature that left me in tears.
My charter school started two weeks ago and my family learned that we had to buy not only a uniform but a mandatory gym uniform that cost $40. I can not paid for that at all, my mom can't afford it. I told M. f that and he started to yell at me at how she can do it and I was just making excuses. then he left, i nearly punch a hole in the fucking wall. Then that night i told my mom that what he said and all about what happened last year. she made a complaint and the next day he called me after lunch to talk with me.
Most would think that he would try to calm me down and talk it out calmly like a fucking guidance consular would, but not Mr. F. He demanded that i tell him what happened in the club that made me upset. When i did he yelled at me and said i was that i was being greedy and stealing. At the verge of tears i told him stuff like that really hurt my feelings. He ignored me and went on to yell at me and how I made the arrangement to eat from other people's bowls. Mr. F said it like I was some sort of fat terrorist after my best friends' popcorn. when I finally cleared everything up, he just stared at me, realizing he was wrong. He tried to explain something but I was crying already and I left out the cafeteria.
That night I cut really badly, reopening a deep wound that killed my butterfly. I though htat I must be fat because he's an adult and a teacher. Kids are mean but it's the teacher's job not to hate you too. I hate him alot for making me feel so worthless.
I'm sorry i just had to let go. Advice?