This I Believe Essay

Jacob - Covington, Washington
Entered on January 22, 2009
Age Group: Under 18

“Words are Stronger then Fists”, this I believe. This has been true to me ever since I was small. When I was younger my mom and dad used to always tell me, “Don’t say things you don’t mean”. I have always tried to keep this mantra in my life, in everything I do, I think about this when ever I say anything.

In 1st and 2nd grade I was never apart of the popular crowd, though I was never very unpopular either, I was friends with a lot of people. Then I had to change schools in the 3rd grade, I was living in a different district then my old school. I went from havening many friends, to zero friends and having popularity, to being the freaky new kid. When I changed schools my personality went a complete 180 degrees. I became very introversive; I was shy and insecure in my new surroundings. As the years passed I made a few good friends but the friends that I had before were gone, but I was happy again that’s all that mattered to me. Then 6th grade ended, and I was forced to lose friends again when being bumped up to Middle school.

I did lose some of my friends when moving up to 7th grade, but I kept most and still made more. I was excited for 7th grade, the thought of having 6 different classes sounded like a fun and exciting thing. But far did I know that this would be the year that my school career would start to plummet to the point of failure. I did well for the first couple weeks of the school year; I got average grades, nothing so special. But after those first couple weeks a popular boy decided that because I was weaker then he and I got called on more then him in math class that he should threaten me, he said, “If you keep on raising your hand, I’ll get you”. I didn’t understand why this kid I didn’t even know would threaten me like that; I didn’t know when or how he would do it…. I remember it so vividly, the moment he decided to “Get me”. We had the same Math and P.E. classes, and what was worse is that that kid’s locker was right next to mine, everyday he would antagonize me but one day it was different. He asked me, “Why don’t you have a girlfriend”; being that I was in 7th grade I still didn’t like girls like that, so I responded, “Because I just don’t want one yet.” And of cores the kid thought that was funny, so he replied, “Ha-ha, so what are you gay or something! HAHA!” after that he went over to his popular buddies to tell them that I was gay. It quickly spread around the locker room, everyone laughed. I didn’t find this so funny.

Ever since that day I haven’t done well in school, just because of that moment, but in that moment I realized that it doesn’t matter what others think of you. Their perception is just that, their own. I may have never recovered from this experience, at least fully recovered but it helped me become aware that I shouldn’t worry about what others thought about me.

It’s the truth in any sense of it. Words are stronger then fists. Physical wounds can heal, but psychological wounds may never heal. Never worry about other peoples thoughts, your own are the ones that matter then most.