i have anxieties from going to school because when i was vary little when i was in preschool i was put in a classroom crying, when ever my dad would leave me in the class room id cry and after a while of dad staying in the classroom with me the teachers got upset with him one day and because he wouldn't leave me they tried to push him out the door when i was crying saying i needed to grow up and dad pushed the door flinging her to the floor and saying David we are leaving, after a while i got use to my NEW class of kids and started to like it so the first stage of all the anxiety you know of now. then second part was a bit messed up, im like one of those kids in a movie where im bullied around and no one liked me because i couldn't take a joke because i was picked on when i had turned my mom in at the age of eh around 10 for snorting her prescription pills, and doing pot, when everyone ells's parents did it and tought the kids that it wasn't a bad thing, (the idea on it being a bad thing is debatable) i say it is and isn't now but back then i was picked on by one girl and still to this day is, her name is Olivia Rasco, back in intermediate school (3rd-5th) i was in 4th grade at the time and this was when she had first started being a little snob, i told her she was mean and i didn't want to be her friend, she had a whole bunch of kids that liked her because she was cute surrounded me and start shoving me around and started punching me. not only did this all happen once but a few times, like when i accidentally kicked her in the face while she was walking behind me when i was swinging...bad idea (i kicked a lot of people in the face but so did everyone els) after all of 4th was over it sort of stopped because the school work would get harder and harder, this is where i started failing things, i passed barely that year starting my 3 year streak of failing, threw middle school (6th -8th) i was bullied by a different set of kids, all guys where i was shoved to the ground many times and beaten up, im meaning kicking, punching, and sometimes the acational ball in the head. when ever i would tell a teacher they would tell me go to the principals office in which nothing would happen. until one day i told Mr. Mazzella you haven't done squat and he said i wasn't grateful for all the s**t he has done for me. yes he said s**t, after my first year of this in middle school a few of the bullies moved away and before school started in 7th grade i didnt go to school for 23 days because i lived with dad at the time and again like preschool because of me being left with people i was afraid of i would break down in tears each time dad brought me into school and when i got into those doors dad would walk me in and say ok david im leaving, and then i would cry (this is after he came back from Florida) and then i would cry and cry and cry and get on my knees and beg him to take me out of there. it worked for a while with doctors notes but then social services got pissed off about me missing so many days of school mom took me back after letting me stay with dad for a few months and then i was bullied again till i got into 9th grade which was 2 school yrs ago now, that was an interesting yr actually, i had my first real girl friend, 4 months and then i broke up with her threw a note unknowing it was 4 months at the time and i wasn't bullied ot much that year, only rlly by mike Quatrochy, and Chris (i forgot his last name) and a few other bigger kids which didn't bother me much because i decided i was going to blow it off. after that yr i almost failed like i had threw every grade in middle school (they pass failed me all threw middle school) and i had to re take Spanish 1 and algebra , this last year i took Spanish and passed it half way threw the year and then was officially called a sophomore which i then passed all my grades even that algebra and art class which i failed also because i dropped out threw the first quarter of the year. and that year there was no one really judging me besides one girl that iv looked upon as a sister since we met in third grade at summer school, our Bdays were the same day but im one year older than her. this year she moved away thank god, now im guessing there wont be anymore judging, maybe things will turn around or maybe they wont, But that's just another day in my life...
ni8 mar3 Community Member 
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