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I cannot begin to describe how disturbed and nauseous the news has made me feel lately. Countless suicides brought upon by bullying – specifically those being bullied and ridiculed because of their sexual orientation. No one should ever feel so badly about who they are, and no one should ever have to think twice about whether or not the decisions they make in life offend or bother others. No life should be senselessly cut this short. No one should contribute to this type of behavior – stop bullying others.
Everyone knows the scenario. When you are young, the most important thing to you while you are a student is not academics – it is trying to be popular, finding your niche, and wanting to discover who you are. Ask anyone. We all want to believe we are important to someone.
What are we doing? Why are we letting these children commit suicide? Why are we allowing others to continue what they are doing? How come this goes unnoticed? Being a student, whether in elementary school, junior high, high school, or college is an extremely difficult situation to begin with! Why add extra stress? Why are there so many people relentlessly spreading hate toward others? It is not right. You can never be 100% sure how someone’s life is, and you if they are already experiencing difficult times (going through a breakup, a divorce in the family, deaths) – do you want to add on to the pile of unhappiness? Would you want someone to place you in that situation?
When I was in high school, I know for a fact that there were people I was surrounded by being ridiculed by their sexual orientation. Did it bother me? Absolutely. Did I do anything about it? You know that I did. Although high school had the ability to turn into a very dark, very scary place – I tried to make the best of every situation. I am a tolerant person. I always try to see the good in most people, and I am accepting of different beliefs. If we are unable to open our minds and understand other people, how can we ever hope for things to get better?
Why is it so easy to bring others down? Why is it so complicated to say what is really on the mind? Why do we encourage others to spread their opinions, only to rip them apart for having the “wrong” ones?
I remember where I was nine years ago, do you? I remember it like it was yesterday, and the memory is still fresh inside my mind. The thoughts, the emotions - although I was young (but still old enough to know something drastic was happening,) I remember the attacks having an impact on mine.
At the time, I was only in sixth grade. I was sitting in my English classroom, but we were not learning anything at the time. It was early in the morning, the class was sitting around, talking, and preparing to begin the day’s lesson. My teacher received a phone call from another instructor in the building, and I remember millions of questions being thrown around. I could hear her voice breaking and uncertainty and concern overwhelmed her. The class sat in silence - we were all wondering what was going on. Almost half an hour later, our teacher told us the news, told us people were hurt, that towers were coming down, and that something was very wrong. She told us not to worry, but most importantly, she told us to keep the information to ourselves so we would not upset any other students. Being so young, we did not listen to her. We told others that planes had crashed into the World Trade Center, but not that many people even knew what the towers were to begin with.
I remember coming home, seeing airplanes flying through the sky, and being absolutely terrified of each and every one that I saw. I lived close to an airport, so the planes were flying in and out. I remember there eventually being restrictions on flights, and then it became incredibly real how much damage was being done. I am not sure if I was aware how horrible the situation was, but I remember being scared, sad, and confused as to why this was all happening.
Nine years later… I still feel the same. The thoughts are still there. I cannot believe that nine years has passed and we still not have caught the man responsible. It feels like one giant game of hide and seek, and we are letting the bad ones win.
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