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From the moment I walked through the doors to my all-girls private school in the West Village, my life went downhill. Imagine a tall, large girl wearing an ankle-length plaid skirt, buttoned-up shirt, glasses and a ______. That was me, the only girl at school with more than one brain cell. Let’s just say I was mature for my age. All I wanted was to get my diploma and leave. The next four years of my life were filled with vicious bullying and teasing that left me isolated and alone. Think about the movies where the stereotypical “weird kids” sit next to the garbage can because nobody wants to sit with them at lunch. That essentially sums up my high school experience. Nobody wanted to sit with me, or even look in my direction. I spent nearly every lunch period eating in a bathroom stall. I didn’t have anything better to do than spend the only forty minutes of freedom I had all day curled up on top of a toilet seat. Back in class, I spent my time with my head buried in my books, which acted as a shield to protect me from the other girls. As long as I didn’t have to see them, the situation was tolerable. This continued on a daily basis until I was in tenth grade. In my second year of high school, I took British literature with one of the teachers who many of the other students considered “difficult” or “annoying. Over the course of the year, the relationship between my teacher and me grew to the point where she became the one person I could trust.
From the moment I walked through the doors to my all-girls private school in the West Village, my life went downhill. Imagine a tall, large girl wearing an ankle-length plaid skirt, buttoned-up shirt, glasses and a ______. That was me, the only girl at school with more than one brain cell. Let’s just say I was mature for my age. All I wanted was to get my diploma and leave. The next four years of my life were filled with vicious bullying and teasing that left me isolated and alone. Think about the movies where the stereotypical “weird kids” sit next to the garbage can because nobody wants to sit with them at lunch. That essentially sums up my high school experience. Nobody wanted to sit with me, or even look in my direction. I spent nearly every lunch period eating in a bathroom stall. I didn’t have anything better to do than spend the only forty minutes of freedom I had all day curled up on top of a toilet seat. Back in class, I spent my time with my head buried in my books, which acted as a shield to protect me from the other girls. As long as I didn’t have to see them, the situation was tolerable. This continued on a daily basis until I was in tenth grade. In my second year of high school, I took British literature with one of the teachers who many of the other students considered “difficult” or “annoying. Over the course of the year, the relationship between my teacher and me grew to the point where she became the one person I could trust.
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