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Why so different?

When I was in middle school, I was a Special Education Student; I was different from the General Education students who didn’t require the extra help that I needed. I was the “weirdo” as my classmates would call me. I felt as though not a single person wanted to be my friend but then, right around the end of middle school I realized that just because I was different doesn’t mean that I deserve the kind of treatment that I was getting from my classmates.

Having extra help in school was great to me, but to others that meant that I wasn’t smart. In class when I got a question wrong, or got in trouble with the teachers my classmates would laugh at me and then there was this one person who I thought was my friend but really, she thought I was stupid because I trusted her so much that I gave her my money and belongings I had that she wanted and that’s was no different from the rest of my classmates they would steal my belongings because my classmates think that I would notice them taking my belongings from me. I hated the way I was being treated, especially the name calling, at one point the harassment



got so bad for me that I ended up crying in front of the class and that incident made me think “Am I really that different from everyone else in the class?”

Being in Special Education doesn’t mean I deserve the treatment that I was getting from my classmates. Anything I did or liked my classmates would find a way to make of me for that. I was always afraid of talking about something I liked because I didn’t want to be laughed at. During class time my classmates would throw random objects at me and would use their table to ram me from behind. My classmates hated me so much that when I wasn’t paying attention, one of my classmates placed a stink bomb in my backpack. I didn’t understand why I was being treated this way. I had never socialized with my classmates nor have I ever said anything for my classmates to hate me for.

I was excluded from my peers who made me feel as though I wasn’t wanted and no one cared. Everyone in class was friends with each other, except me. Assignments that required a partner I was never a first choice or wasn’t picked at all and ended up working by myself. Even during lunch I was alone. Not even my teachers did anything to help me out with my problems. My teachers just sat there and watched what my classmates were doing to me. All my classmates were in their own little bubble that I was never allowed to enter.



I couldn’t even go to a Special Education assigned therapist without being judged by my classmates. My classmates thought I was “retarded” because I needed therapy and for that reason alone I was even more different from my classmates than ever because I was the only person who had to go to therapy. My classmates never did realize the ones that sent me in therapy were them.

After all this, I learned that I need to stop being treated this way and that when I get to high school I would start fresh and stand up for myself. When I finally got to high school and stopped taking harassment from other people I was a lot happier with being who I was.

In conclusion, just because I was different doesn’t mean that I deserve the kind of treatment that I was getting from my classmates. Even if someone is different that doesn’t give someone the right to make fun of your difference up to the point where you’re just ashamed of the difference.