crepesuzette
March 31st, 2013, 01:27 AM
I have had a lot of bad experiences with people since childhood. My friends from childhood deserted me and moved on with their own lives.
First, I was very popular with my grade level until second grade, when I started to poke fun at others unintentionally. Of course, everybody has done that throughout their life, but it seemed like everybody else took it the wrong way and started to become hostile to me. I then lost a lot of friends and tried to make some new ones. I was hoping to maintain the friendships I had. But they all turned out to be flops.
In 4th grade, I encountered a lot of really mean and rude guys who just won't stop telling me to shut up because I was being too social. A lot of people seemed to be against me, and i often got into arguments with them.
In 5th grade, I had this really mean teacher who just made me cry many times. I was very cheeky as a fifth grader and I did not like to be placed in that class with all these foreigners. I felt like I had to translate all the time for them and I was sick of that. I wanted to transfer out of that class long before I even met these guys. So my mother often made visits to the principal's office to have me transferred out because I was not learning enough and all that. The principal never did and I was stuck in that class the whole year. I made others cry and others did the same in return. I had that coming to me alright. Many hated me by the end of culmination, but I didn't care. I was glad that I did not have to be in this class with them ever again.
6th grade year came and it was just like the previous year. Conflicts with others rose and I was always the culprit, though at times I was innocent.
the male teacher was not sympathetic to me and often sent me down to the dean's or counseling office as to waste my time so that I would not have to be in the class. He didn't seem to like me at all because he often asked me right in the middle of class when I'm having an argument with someone if I wanted to leave. I was intentionally hurting others and so were they. then when I stopped, they still did. I had it coming to me again. Throughout junior high, these bullies never forgave me and I had to deal with them. Of course I changed, but people did not because I had initiated it and of course people don't like to end but perpetuate conflicts, and others who never knew me loathed me. Though the instigator had stopped, the ones who felt victimized did not.
My story is not to arouse anybody's sympathy, but to get advice on how I can do away with the past.
First, I was very popular with my grade level until second grade, when I started to poke fun at others unintentionally. Of course, everybody has done that throughout their life, but it seemed like everybody else took it the wrong way and started to become hostile to me. I then lost a lot of friends and tried to make some new ones. I was hoping to maintain the friendships I had. But they all turned out to be flops.
In 4th grade, I encountered a lot of really mean and rude guys who just won't stop telling me to shut up because I was being too social. A lot of people seemed to be against me, and i often got into arguments with them.
In 5th grade, I had this really mean teacher who just made me cry many times. I was very cheeky as a fifth grader and I did not like to be placed in that class with all these foreigners. I felt like I had to translate all the time for them and I was sick of that. I wanted to transfer out of that class long before I even met these guys. So my mother often made visits to the principal's office to have me transferred out because I was not learning enough and all that. The principal never did and I was stuck in that class the whole year. I made others cry and others did the same in return. I had that coming to me alright. Many hated me by the end of culmination, but I didn't care. I was glad that I did not have to be in this class with them ever again.
6th grade year came and it was just like the previous year. Conflicts with others rose and I was always the culprit, though at times I was innocent.
the male teacher was not sympathetic to me and often sent me down to the dean's or counseling office as to waste my time so that I would not have to be in the class. He didn't seem to like me at all because he often asked me right in the middle of class when I'm having an argument with someone if I wanted to leave. I was intentionally hurting others and so were they. then when I stopped, they still did. I had it coming to me again. Throughout junior high, these bullies never forgave me and I had to deal with them. Of course I changed, but people did not because I had initiated it and of course people don't like to end but perpetuate conflicts, and others who never knew me loathed me. Though the instigator had stopped, the ones who felt victimized did not.
My story is not to arouse anybody's sympathy, but to get advice on how I can do away with the past.