I was bullied for most of elementary school. I am a Mexican American and Spanish was my first language.

Kindergarten: I was bullied and made fun of because I didn't know any English. I was usually alone at recess because no one wanted to be my friend.

1st grade: This year was the worst year. I still,didn't know any English. I had like a few friends but I was still a loner most of the time. I was such a loner that even the librarian was more my friend than the kids in my grade. I had 3 bullies in my class. Every recess they would call me names and every day, one of them would always punch me in my stomach and make me cry. A group of 3girls always had to interpret for me when I wanted to tell the librarian what had happen. Later on that year, we were once in P.E. Class and the teacher let us out to the playground to let us do whatever we wanted. As always I was alone. Bully2 wanted to talk to me but I wanted to do nothing with him. I was trying to just be calm but he bothered me until I couldn't take it anymore. I started to scratch his face (I had very long finger nails), and according to the P.E teacher, when I was done with him, his face covered in blood. I was suspended for a week. I was still bullied afterwards until the end of the year.

2nd grade: I wasn't bullied much this year. I made more friends this year. The teacher, actually taught me how to speak English and I was happy. Even though I had a rough accent and barely knew anything I was happy I was learning. I was still a loner at times. It wasn't such a bad year.

3rd grade: this wasn't such a bad year either, the only thing I remember is that I was referred to as a tattle tail. This one boy ripped my backpack and I was so upset about it that I went and told the teacher and she was the one that called me a tattle tail.

4th grade : I was the teachers pet you can say so not much to complain about. This year I had my first crush on this new boy but he knew nothing about me because I wasn't "miss popular". I wasn't bullied but I was a loner most of the year.

5th grade: I still had the same crush on the guy from fourth grade. That I was told that no boys liked me because of the way I looked and because I was basically a nerd. I was more of a tomboy this year, and because I started hanging out with this one boy that a girl in my classes liked, she started spreading rumors about me saying that I was a lesbian and friends that were great friends to me started looking at me differently. That girl she even told my 2 best girl friends that they shouldn't be my friends and she even forced them to write a note that they didn't want to be my friends anymore. Me and my 2 best friends reconciled a few days later and they stuck with me the rest of the year ignoring the other girl.

6th grade: I had the same girl in my class this year. We did not like each other. She had her set of friends and I had mine. We mostly tried to ignore each other and not try to bump into each other. ( I am happy to say that she moved half way in the year; fast forward 8 hrs later she contacted me on social media and apologized for all the things she had done to me. We are friends )

7th grade: This was the worst year for me. My teacher did not like me because he had not liked my brother. He didn't like my brother at all that he flunked my brother. That was an issue all on its own. This two new girls were new to the school. One was in my class, the other one was in the 8th grade. The one in my class came to the school like she owned the place. I don't know why but she just never liked me and made fun of me in school and on social media. The teacher that didn't like me , liked her and that made my life a living hell. I never did his work most of the year. He once called me a "chismosa" or a snitch in front of the whole class. I should've walked out and and gone to the principal but I don't know why I didn't. I was on the verge of flunking like my brother but I changed my attitude. I still didn't like the teacher or that one girl.

8th grade: the one 7th grade teacher that didn't like me quit in the summer between 7 &8 grade we had a teacher that used to be a student teacher in the 7th grade. The girl that didn't like wasn't in my class, which was a relief but she was still in the school. I had a crush on my teacher, which is embarrassing to admit, and everyone knew. Not to mention, he was somehow related to the girl that I didn't like. We didn't like to see each other at all but she still said things about me and did things to me. I remember once, I didn't notice until I got home, she put gum in my hair. You can just say we never got along and even to this day I want nothing to do with her.

P.S. She used to make fun of my size because I was not skinny like her, now she had a kid and never lost her baby fat. She is even fatter than I was back then and she is even bigger than I am right now. She never graduated high school and I did. And I already finished college while she is still doesn't even have a GED to say the least yet she still thinks that is better than me.

I am sorry that this was supper long. While I never stood up for myself or never told anyone I was being bullied, it doesn't mean one shouldn't. If I had done those things, my life wouldn't have been as miserable. I went on to high school and made friends and found myself for who I was. I found people that liked me fore myself and I found people who were just like me. You can say I found my place. Being bullied, I guess you can say, made me be stronger and while I never wished that I had gone through all of this, it did make me stronger and I learned a lot about myself.