Jane, and most of my classmates, ostracized me for my sinusitis in 7th grade, which made me snot regularly. They seemed to believe that my hands still contained dangerous bacteria or something, regardless of the fact that my sinusitis was cured in the beginning of 8th grade.... (and so on)
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8th grade.I was bullied and ostracized, mainly by a girl named Jane.
Jane, and most of my classmates, ostracized me because of my sinusitis in 7th grade, which made my nose drip regularly. They seemed to believe that my hands still contained dangerous bacteria or something, regardless of the fact that my sinusitis was cured in the beginning of 8th grade.
But unlike the others, Jane blatanly showed what she thought of me by the way she treated me in daily life. She would throw her new notebook to trash bin because I touched it, while the others would only secretly rub it with tissue papers (but I knew).
For Jane's blatant humiliation, I usually yelled at her. But for the rest of the rejection I received, there was nothing I could do. The constant rejection made me feel unworthy, that I deserved the maltreatments. It swept every ounce of courage and dignity I that used to have.
I became trapped in vicious cycle of depression. When I felt rejected, I retreated from the society. The more I retreated, the more ostracized I became and the more I felt rejected.
The cycle repeated itself everyday until this day, two days before first semester break, when Jane yelled, "I want my dakon be washed with Dettol!!!" after I touched her dakon. Dakon is an Indonesian board game, and Dettol is a brand of disinfectant liquid.
My mouth was silent, but my mind was seething with anger. For the first time, I felt numb instead of becoming more depressed to the mistreatments and rejections I received. In my mind, I said, "OK, fine!" Challenge accepted.
After school, I bought a bottle of Dettol and several other cleansing products. I packed them in a box, along with a note :
'I'm sorry for contaminating your dakon with bacteria from my filthy hands. As my apology, please accept this gift from me to clean up your dakon. Melati.'The next morning, which was the last day of school before semester break, I put the box in front of Jane's house.
I was summoned by the discipline office of my school upon my return from semester break. Jane reported me. Gossips spread. But the action succeeded. Jane, and also the others, treated me better since then.
Now.I am a first-ranker, debater, student government committee, sport programmer, tourism ambassador, and researcher. I am no longer the depressed kid in junior high school. I have many friends, no rejection.
Flashing back to that very moment, I realize that this event made me who I am today. The success of this event gave me the courage to try everything and take risk, to be bold and confident, and to demand what I deserve. The ending of the maltreatments I received returned my dignity and self-esteem. In the end, the dignity and courage I regained returned my confidence to reach my maximum potentials, to achieve far beyond my peers as I would normally do.