When I was nine, my mother combed my long dark locks into a side part and clipped them with a single metal barrette for picture day. I wore a turtleneck with a tiny red whale print and a matching red sweater.
I carpooled with neighbors to a private all-girls Catholic school two towns away. The girls in the backseat with me passed slices of orange over my head and squeezed them into my hair, seeds and all.
I didn’t say anything.
When I was eleven, I transferred to public school where I was blissfully ignored.
At fourteen, one of the girls from the snotty private school transferred into my public school. Within a month, a clan of girls like her – rich, covered in inches of makeup, gloriously stupid and brilliantly mean – were following me through halls slinging insults. I didn’t know them. I definitely didn’t know what their problem was.
I didn’t say anything.
At fifteen, they chased me through the locker area and threw water on my head.
I didn’t say anything.
At sixteen, they shoved me into walls and threatened to beat me up. After school, they drove to my house and parked out front until late at night, yelling threats.
I didn’t say anything. And I never went outside.
Everyone knew what went on. Teachers, administrators and my friends. They didn’t say anything either.
I had one of the worst attendance records in school, despite earning some of the best grades.
It took me about 20 years to forgive myself for not fighting back.
I’m 41 years old. I may never forgive the bullies.
I am far from alone.
Seventy-seven percent of all students are bullied in some way. Of that 77 percent, 14 percent have a severe reaction to the abuse, according to recent statistics. Poor self-esteem, depression, anxiety about going to school, even suicidal thoughts.
About one in five students admit they are responsible for bullying their peers.
Almost half of all students fear harassment or bullying in the bathroom at school.
The most violent altercations between students are more likely to occur on school grounds than on the way to school.
One of the most unfortunate parts? In about 85 percent of bullying cases, no teacher or administrator intervenes to stop the bullying.
Sarah Cymbaluk of Fosston, Minnesota, is taking fire today because her 9-year-old daughter has been repeatedly bullied on the bus and the school has done nothing. So she posted a video on Facebook of her crying daughter, who says, “It makes me feel sad and scared, and I don’t like it.”
The video was viewed tens of thousands of times before being taken down by YouTube because it was a violation in their terms and conditions.
According to WDAZ-TV, who broke the story, Jon and Sarah Cymbaluk met with school officials repeatedly, to no avail.
Circa 1986, when I was in high school, that might have been the norm. But today, there is no excuse.
If you know someone who is being bullied or witness it yourself, you have an obligation to help. Not sure what to do?
Start here:
Kids’ help lines (with real people who want to help now):
“I want to feel like I’m wanted in the school and people like me,” the girl told Minnesota’s KHON channel 2. “You know what I want? I want it to never happen to another kid again.”
Me too. Me too.
I didn’t say anything
When I was nine, my mother combed my long dark locks into a side part and clipped them with a single metal barrette for picture day. I wore a turtleneck with a tiny red whale print and a matching red sweater.
I carpooled with neighbors to a private all-girls Catholic school two towns away. The girls in the backseat with me passed slices of orange over my head and squeezed them into my hair, seeds and all.
I didn’t say anything.
When I was eleven, I transferred to public school where I was blissfully ignored.
At fourteen, one of the girls from the snotty private school transferred into my public school. Within a month, a clan of girls like her – rich, covered in inches of makeup, gloriously stupid and brilliantly mean – were following me through halls slinging insults. I didn’t know them. I definitely didn’t know what their problem was.
I didn’t say anything.
At fifteen, they chased me through the locker area and threw water on my head.
I didn’t say anything.
At sixteen, they shoved me into walls and threatened to beat me up. After school, they drove to my house and parked out front until late at night, yelling threats.
I didn’t say anything. And I never went outside.
Everyone knew what went on. Teachers, administrators and my friends. They didn’t say anything either.
I had one of the worst attendance records in school, despite earning some of the best grades.
It took me about 20 years to forgive myself for not fighting back.
I’m 41 years old. I may never forgive the bullies.
I am far from alone.
Seventy-seven percent of all students are bullied in some way. Of that 77 percent, 14 percent have a severe reaction to the abuse, according to recent statistics. Poor self-esteem, depression, anxiety about going to school, even suicidal thoughts.
About one in five students admit they are responsible for bullying their peers.
Almost half of all students fear harassment or bullying in the bathroom at school.
The most violent altercations between students are more likely to occur on school grounds than on the way to school.
One of the most unfortunate parts? In about 85 percent of bullying cases, no teacher or administrator intervenes to stop the bullying.
Sarah Cymbaluk of Fosston, Minnesota, is taking fire today because her 9-year-old daughter has been repeatedly bullied on the bus and the school has done nothing. So she posted a video on Facebook of her crying daughter, who says, “It makes me feel sad and scared, and I don’t like it.”
The video was viewed tens of thousands of times before being taken down by YouTube because it was a violation in their terms and conditions.
According to WDAZ-TV, who broke the story, Jon and Sarah Cymbaluk met with school officials repeatedly, to no avail.
Circa 1986, when I was in high school, that might have been the norm. But today, there is no excuse.
If you know someone who is being bullied or witness it yourself, you have an obligation to help. Not sure what to do?
Start here:
Kids’ help lines (with real people who want to help now):
“I want to feel like I’m wanted in the school and people like me,” the girl told Minnesota’s KHON channel 2. “You know what I want? I want it to never happen to another kid again.”
Me too. Me too.
Train your brain to write better
You train your muscles for strength, endurance and coordination. You can also train your brain to be more creative.
Research proves the brain can build greater creativity with practice. In writing, that means letting go of the tired voice inside that says you can’t do it. Or don’t know what to say. Or might be hungry. Or want to watch TV instead.
It means giving yourself permission to write whatever you want, whenever you want to. And it’s not easy.
If you’ve signed up for Write Raw, you’re already developing the habit of giving yourself permission to say YES to your voice.
That program began when I figured out how to tackle my fear and writer’s block – by accepting whatever I was feeling and writing anyway. I didn’t let my desire to something (anything) else hamper my words bleeding onto the page.
You can cultivate creativity, every day. Study after study shows the key is BEING OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES.
Even when it feels weird. Even when you’re afraid. Push your limits. Push through fear. Be open to the jaw-dropping awesomeness you can summon.
Psychologist Art Markman says openness to experience is “the degree to which a person is willing to consider new ideas and opportunities.” Some people love novelty. Some like to stay home.
Either way, as Steve Jobs once said, the bigger your bag of experiences, the more varied the connections you can make between things. And making new connections is what it’s all about.
In this study from Google, neuroscientists explain synapses are the basis of creativity. In other words, synapses firing = creative joy. And the more random the connections, the more synapses occur. (Hat tip to Ash Ambirge for bringing this to my attention.)
“As kids, our synaptic creativity is off the charts. Everything is new. Everything is unlike. We aren’t constrained by the rules about what ‘goes together.’ All the rules of logic, linearity and proper behavior aren’t fully baked, freeing children to develop outrageous and brilliant new notions all the time…”
So, when you return to that childlike state, what do you think happens?
You push your synapses into a veritable carnival of bliss. You get excited. You literally have a buzz. Imagination and creativity hit new peaks.
Need to get out of a writing rut? Play with words.
Write with Katy Perry blaring in the background. (I highly recommend this track.)
Instead of pen to paper, try crayon on birch bark.
By allowing ANYTHING to come out, you amp your ability to create. Being open to new ideas, ways of doing things, perspectives and feelings means you’ll accept the strange, surface nonsensical, non-logical prose too.
And that could very well be sheer brilliance.
Examples?
Imagine writing about a storm where the sky is hungry.
Or about thoughts as narrow as a daisy stem.
Or even company as comfortable as sweater weather.
Synapses purring? You’re welcome.
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