I Will

In many ways, violence has affected my life and most others, whether if it was personal or a world issue. In my case, I was brought up in a school where there were a lot of superficial people who believed strongly in Asian stereotypes. Most of the time, I was targeted because I wasn’t smart enough to meet their standards, I wasn’t good at math at all, I didn’t get perfect A’s on everything. Apparently, people thought that was weird. I can still remember the first time they bullied me in second grade after I got second place in the spelling bee, a boy came up to me and basically went on about how stupid I was, encouraging some others to try it out on me as well. It got so bad to the point where I asked my own friend, who had won …show more content…
That lead to the question of the reason for bullies and bullying in general. Was it because I was different? What’s wrong with being different? Why be normal when I could be different? I think that people don’t understand; they don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to be like them. They’re scared inside, scared of being different, scared of the future, scared of anyone who could convince them to be different. Everyone is asking, how can this be stopped? When the real question is, what can I do to help? I didn’t realize this until I hit middle school, and it bothered me. Why am I waiting for someone to help me, when I can help myself? Why am I only thinking about myself, when I can help others? Others who have gone and felt through the same things I have, if you say you can’t find anyone. Look closer, look at what’s really inside. From the day I realized, I started saying I will, instead of I can. Who cares if you can? Many people can, but will they? I started looking out more, studying the happiest, carefree people I know, only to find out, they aren’t. When people go through bullying, the biggest thing that drags you down, is knowing and thinking that no one can help you, that no one cares, that no one will be a someone that sees through your fake smiles. To long for a someone. I wanted to be that someone. I started changing, I started thinking, I started realizing, I started observing, and I never regretted it. I started talking to more people, sitting by them in lunch, taking sides with them, and most importantly, supporting their dreams and ideas. Some people just need a little support, and a shoulder to cry on to realize just how amazing they are, and discover just how far their talents can stretch. One beautiful moment was at the end of sixth grade, when I saw a friend of mine drawing in front of her whole table, not caring about what they