When I was three I took my baby sisters toy to see what she would do. She immediately burst into tears: this is the first time I remember being mean. In preschool a boy was stepping on my coat and making annoying noises. I wanted my coat and I wanted him to be quiet so I hit him on the head: this is the Second time I remember being mean. In kindergarten my friend and I got in a fight with a fifth grader and everyday on the bus a rapid firing of insults (most of which I didn’t know) would ensue back and forth from us to her. I didn’t realize it at the time but we were probably being bullies just as much as we were being bullied. In second grade I didn’t have a single friend in my class, the only girls in my class were all from the popular …show more content…
In sixth grade I entered middle school, the four different elementary schools combined so there were a lot of new people to meet. I tried to make friends with a girl by complimenting her hair, later I heard her talking to her friend about how weird I was and that I must be a lesbian because I liked her hair. The next day I casually mentioned that her nose was the ugliest thing Id ever seen with all the casualness of small talk about the weather, my friends justified my action, because she had it coming. After that I became cautious when it came to giving compliments. Later that year I noticed girls would always be putting themselves down, so that others would tell them how great they were and then they would act all annoyed and tell whoever complimented them to stop lying. This seemed like the cool thing to do so I joined in making up insults about my best features so people would notice how great they were, that’s how I learned to be mean to