To one I thought would care,

“Do unto others as you would have them do to you”. That verse always came to mind whenever I went through the constant harassment by others. I never once defended myself because I never wanted to stoop down to their level. Wanted to show that I could always be the bigger person even if people cause me harm. Despite all pain and embarrassment they all caused me I would always turn and lend a helping hand towards others. “ Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself”, was never a moment that it didn’t run through my mind.

I knew that they were taking advantage of me and they knew it themselves. I never defended myself - I never exactly knew why. Maybe it was because I was too kind hearted and forgiven or maybe it was because I knew that I was too weak and scared to fight back. I came home with a few bruises which I always hid from my parents. I never had the courage to tell my parents that I was being bullied because I didn’t want them to worry.

There you were in your desk examining the class while doing your work. You heard those whispers - I know you did but you put your head down and continued working. You left out the room- I heard your footsteps cease- thought you were slick weren’t you? You heard them getting out their seats and I know you heard the sounds of them beating me up. The class did nothing but watch silently. You heard me falling out of my desk- the sound of them slapping me- the sound of me muffling my cries.

I heard you put your hand on the door and so did they. They rushed to their seats and acted as nothing happened. As I struggled to get up you watched from your desk as you sat down and went back to work. The bell rung- I rushed out holding back tears. Never once did you ask me why I was out of my seat like a normal teacher would. Not once did you ask- no- not once did I even consider you as the teacher that you claimed to be