This, I believe (Draft)

 Zachary Chock

I had begun going to school on the Kahala side of the island, from Wilson Elementary school, to Niu Valley Intermediate.  After changing my attitude about school from my C-grades and trying harder, I was expecting this school life to be easy, nice, and outgoing, I was wrong.  Although it was a high ranked school, the problem was not with the educational standards, but more with the student body themselves. 

            There were many attending the Middle school, but even with Caucasians, African Americans, Hispanics, and Asians, there were no racial problems or discrimination.  The teens looked nice on the outside, but really, they were defensive and offensive on the inside.  I was a humble, patient pre teen, but as I walked on campus, there always seemed to be kids giving me stares and treating me differently than they would to others.  They would not relent in pushing me around, or talking down about me to my face. 

            There were these school kids, a few misbehaving boys who did not score popular among the class.  They treated people with disrespect, regardless of who they were.  Despite this, they liked to target me for some reason, which I did not concur until later in the final year.  One of them liked to pick on me especially, and I was unsure of the motivation behind these attacks, which annoyed me to the bone.  He was in my class, and decided to take some of my things, proceeding to rub them inside his rear end, through his pants.  I only escalated the situations, as to the students who had come with me from Elementary had a bone to pick with me, since I was known for being the only tattletale on campus both in Elementary and in this new region.  The few who had liked to especially pick on me were dealing with a new threat, since I was going around to teachers every time, asking for help to stand against the bullies. 

            During my 9 years of school on the Kahala side, much of the behaviors of the Caucasian children and teachers had rubbed off on me, and I became similar to a Mainlander, as my father described it sometimes – serious, literal, rushing to get to work.  Thinking about this, I questioned if the kids who picked on me did what they did because I acted differently and not “Local” to everyone who expected it.  I assumed that I was outcast because I was so kind, or so polite.  The students would not have any sympathy for me, except for a few friends, who I barely had throughout my three years at the school.  The few boys did not stop at me.  They went to pick on the special education students as well as the ones who had a mind that was easily broken.

            When I finally left the school in May of 2010 and ventured to Moanalua High School, I hoped there would be no one who bothered me like those kids.  Unfortunately, there was this male, BC, who liked to pick on me because I revealed that I did not do any sports/judo, and that I had hardly any friends due to being a gamer.  He purposely bumped into me at every chance I got, mocked me, yelled at me at any point when he felt like it if a teacher was not around, and even tried to break my video camera and the Mac keyboard I had signed out during our work of KC3 in the library.  It seems that I was expecting too much.

I had changed my ways when I had a project that almost jumped me with the deadline, but I had not kept from telling on other people if they did something to me.  I stopped that when I reached High school, and I am glad I did, since BC would have become like the others who I had dealt with earlier.  I think if you have an issue with someone on your hands who pushes you around and disrespects you, treating you like dirt, you should ask for help, no matter what others think of you – you are only doing the right thing, and keeping yourself from further insult.  This, I believe.