Introduccion

Have you identified as the victim of bullying or you have been the aggressor? When I started the seventh grade, I was a victim of bullying. The first three months were a lot of sadness, anxiety andloneliness. Since beginning to adapt to a new environment with different people and different customs. My classmates and I knew pointed me without knowing me like I was different from them. They talkedabout my speech, dress, my overweight and even mocked because they said I was the class nerd. I never socialized with them for fear of being made fun of me, I never went to the office because theywould tell me that if I said something and I would regret it as I started to understand how the routine was between them and learned how exactly they attacked the persons. After those three months whenthey would tell me cursing as I answered, I started to fight with the girls from school but as long tube in my mind that made ​​him just to defend myself. At the beginning of eighth grade I became avictim of bullying, to mourn for those who feel as I felt when I started the seventh grade, and sometimes I thought it was wrong but someone had to pay for me. I began to make friends negative, peoplewho did not come to class, they failed, they were drug users and were aggressors. As were my "friends" I started to do the same as them, using drugs, failing and even I started to disrespect adults. Iwas an abuser of bullying for a long time, so much so that half of my sophomore year my mother decided to get me out of the country. And we begin a new life in New Jersey. The amazing part is thatafter being the aggressor of bullying, sometimes I feel I'm the victim again. I thought to get here and be the same aggressor of my country, but I was wrong. In my country, our language is Spanish, herein the United States, the language is English. I was not suited to English and some words I did not understand them but they said nothing, I realized that they were laughing. In this essay, I...