Hello everybody ,
My name is Khodor , I'm about to turn 23 . I'm here today to share something I've experienced during the 10th grade . Like previous school years , The other kids would gang up and beat me , throw my books out of the window , call me names , but this year something happened that changed me .
Almost halfway through the school year , we were scheduled to go on a field trip . While we were halfway through the road , I was staring outside the window and then suddenly , the teacher stood up from his seat , and for no reason he started punching me on my head . Cornered with noway to go or hide or protect myself , I glanced at the other students that were merely observing and didn't even bother to stop him . I noticed that one of the students , I say students because honestly I can't say that any of those people was ever my friend , one of the students was recording the incident . After 25 consecutive punches , I felt as though my head was going to explode , I was in a state of shock , I didn't know what to do or what triggered this whole thing to happen , but I knew that I had to get the video recording . So after we got off the bus , I quickly asked him to give me the video and he told me no . Shocked , I asked him why not ? He said that it would be bad for the teacher ... In my mind , I said to myself , am I so hated that people would turn a blind eye as to what happened ? When it was time for us to get on board the bus again , the principal stood in-front of the entrance and told me to go speak with the teacher . I told him no , then he replied with : " Go or I am going to hit you " ... Forced to speaking with the teacher that assaulted me , he stared making excuses like " he didn't hit me " then " I didn't hit you hard " or " I only hit you 5 times " ... seeing as how I stubborn , he told me to go on the bus and gave the principle the signal to let me get inside ... Waiting for the time that the school day ends so I can go and tell my parents , I tell my father that and he tells me " You wanted to school " ... Seeing as how my father is a deadbeat and doesn't even care about me , I don't even know why I felt that I should even tell him , I told my mother who went the other day to speak with the vice manager of the school . The vice manager summoned me to his office with my present , he told her that your son must've provoked the teacher which led to him assaulting your son . He was talking in a normal tone , he didn't even care about the fact that I got assaulted , all he cared about was covering up for the teacher ... Please do take note that the school itself is " Religious and is a private school " . After my mother left , the vice manager walks towards me and whispers into my ear " If I want to , I'll put my foot on your neck " . In other words , he didn't want me to say anything to anybody about this situation . Sometime later , one of the students hits my nose with his elbow and I fall to the ground in a pool of my blood , and as I was falling I swear I saw him laughing . Nobody came to help me get up not even the gym teacher , my body was in shock I couldn't even move . After a couple of minutes with me there lying on the ground , my school uniform all covered with my blood , I managed to pull myself together and finally stand up . When the vice manager saw me , he had that grin on his face and when I told him what happened , he told me it was just an accident ... During the week that follows , as I was leaving the bathroom , 5 students come and start to hit me , the principal was idly standing by just watching , when I went and asked him as to why he didn't come and stop them he told me : " Get the hell out of my face " ....
I was losing my mind , I was all alone , the on-going torture from the faculty and the students , nobody there to lend a helping hand , I felt as though I was an island and the waves were coming stronger day by day to make my sink ... eventually , the school year ended , I got my grade book and as saddened and as I was by the final grade I got I wasn't surprised , but what saddened me the most and broke my heart was seeing my mother crying after knowing I had failed , i felt broken inside , the only person that only cared about me was crying and there was nothing I could do to stop it ... I bit my tongue and closed my eyes and started to wonder , am I living in such a society where people pretend to be in X religion , and they set high morals for others to follow but they break and bend the rules to their bidding ?
That's my story everybody , I'm a sad soul , that has lived a sad life . Suffering from migraines and sleep deprivation , I mostly can't sleep due to the migraines , I wonder what cruel things my fate has to bring me .