Third? I don't know

07 Tháng Chín 201611:30 SA(Xem: 1855)
Third? I don't know
Okay, so the third time was in fifth grade. I was a part of this one. I don't know why, but sometimes there are people that I just don't like. This was the case with one of my classmates. There wasn't anything about him that should have irritated me so much. Maybe it was because he was different. Unlike most of the others in my class, he was short and had a squeaky voice. That really doesn't mean anything, but it rubbed me the wrong way. Instead of ignoring him, like what happened with the girl in kindergarten, the class ended up ridiculing him; making fun of his name was a pretty common occurrence (none of which will be mentioned). At that point in time, though, nobody was really into physically or severely emotionally damaging a person so he did eventually make some friends and seemed happy at the end of the year. There were no foreseeable problems, but that year could have drastically changed his view of the world. Maybe he'll end up extra insecure about his height or his name. Maybe that will lead to him permanently discarding the name his parents gave him. Maybe he'll take to wearing in-sole heels for the rest of his life. Your actions have impact.
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