Monday, 27 August 2012
This is a post from our reader Ally.
I'm writing this because I think it's important that parents talk to their children about these things. Letting them know it's not okay for an adult to bully them or talk down to them just because they're an elder. Sometimes it's so unexpected that I think parents forget to say anything on the subject. So here's my story.
I was a really shy child for most of my life. In school I never talked or acted out, I always behaved and did my work to the best of my ability. I loved kindergarten and that made me love school, until my first day of first grade. I had no idea what was about to happen every single day for that entire school year.
I was bullied. Not by a classmate, not by someone in a different grade, but by my very own teacher. Her name was Mrs. Huck.
She seemed really nice at first and I was excited because my kindergarten teacher was really nice to me. It started when lunch time came around. I was used to eating in the classroom, and when she said it was time for lunch, I grabbed my lunch box and went back to my seat. I took a thermos of soup out but didn't open it yet. She came over to me and grabbed my thermos and lunch box from the desk, then screamed at me that we ate in the lunch room now. There was a sink in the corner of the room, where she went over and poured my soup down the drain. She threw out everything else that was in the lunch box then gave it back to me and told me to go get in line so we can go to the lunch room. I remember all the other kids standing and watching, none of them saying anything but one of my friends hugging me when I got in line. Mrs. Huck yelled at her and told her I wasn't a baby, that I can take care of myself.
From that day on there was always something else I was in trouble for. I was screamed at for trivial things. I didn't put enough spacing between my words when I wrote. Mrs. Huck grabbed my hand and made me use my pinky every single time I wrote to space my words. If I didn't do this every single time, even though I was perfectly capable of leaving enough space without using my pinky, I was yelled at. She made me sit in the corner and would give me a zero for that day's participation grade. The same happened if I was writing a word, like "little" and didn't use one line to cross both the T's. Little things like this that she would make into a big deal so she could punish me.
One day she was going to read to us on the rug, but she dumped my desk out and made me clean it the entire time while she read to everyone else, even though my desk was dirty. She argued with me one day and told me my eyes were black, not blue. I cut myself on something in class and she refused to let me use napkins to wipe up the blood or go to the nurse, so I had to use my jeans to wipe it off. She made me pass out papers one day and she grabbed them from me and pushed me because she said I did it wrong.
My parents had no idea that this was happening because I didn't know it wasn't okay for an adult to do this. My mom didn't find out until the summer school had ended because my friend Necole told her mom that Mrs. Huck made me cry every day. She called my mom and then my mom called the school. Apparently Mrs. Huck had retired, but my mom was able to talk to my teacher for 2nd grade before school started. My 2nd grade teacher was definitely the nicest I ever had.
Also I feel I got some sort of revenge because a few weeks before school let out, Mrs. Huck refused to let me go to the nurse when I told her I was sick. I threw up on her.