When I was 12 years old my best friend and I got into a
fight. I can’t remember what the
fight was about, but I remember feeling like my world was over. Perhaps I was a touch melodramatic at
the time, but the feelings were very real and very painful.
I remember in junior high and high school there were times when I would get in arguments with my friends or people made fun of me, days where I’d rather join a witness relocation program than go to school. It seemed like everyday would be as hard and painful as that one singular day. But it passed. Every time. We never had “mean girls.”
Yesterday, I read a story in the New York Times about that poor little Irish girl, Phoebe
Prince. She hung herself after
months of being tormented and tortured by classmates. While it’s to be expected that kids have issues with their
classmates, never have I witnessed month after month of intentional harassment.
Who does that? And more importantly,
where are the parents and why didn’t the school do anything about it?
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