LJ Idol Season eight, week 10, Sticks and Stones

Jan 13, 2012 14:30

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me ( Read more... )

writing, season eight, lj idol, childhood

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similiesslip January 14 2012, 05:36:00 UTC
::hugs:;

I have found my own "family" of sorts with the ones most might call the outcasts of society (as it sounds like you did at that school.) I'm SO glad they showed you that some people can be kind.

I hate that you got made fun of like this:(

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imafarmgirl January 14 2012, 14:06:12 UTC
Thanks. I didn't make friends with the kids at the alternative school to the point that we'd do things outside of school, but at least I had some friends at school.

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imafarmgirl January 14 2012, 16:46:20 UTC
Yes, it is. Thanks for reading.

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itzazoo January 14 2012, 16:26:54 UTC
The kids you describe at the alternative school are the kids I work with everyday. Your description was beautiful and so true.

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imafarmgirl January 14 2012, 16:58:40 UTC
Thanks. You do good work.

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tjoel2 January 15 2012, 02:04:05 UTC
"I am stronger for what I was made to endure."

Perfect last line.

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imafarmgirl January 15 2012, 13:48:38 UTC
Thanks.

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imafarmgirl January 15 2012, 14:05:20 UTC
Thank you. I'm glad you liked the entry, as much as someone can like a piece like this. I'm sorry you can relate.

I've been thinking a lot about my childhood lately, and working on it in therapy, among other things, so it was a fitting time to write this piece.

I don't know why teachers don't do more about bullying. Maybe they do now. I don't know.

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wolfden January 18 2012, 16:46:53 UTC
I think it depends where you are and what the teacher is like (and probably also who the bully is). My daughter doesn't seem to have the trouble at school that I did. She is much less affected I think by the things people say though, because she knows they are wrong.

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