When i was bullied in primary school

A couple of years ago, back in the days where I was studying as a primary 4 student, I would recall being bullied by a tall and plump student in primary six. The bully was always picking on me during recess at the canteen, he would grab me by the back of my neck, bring me to the area behind the canteen and force me to give him all of my daily allowances. As my family was not a well-to-do family, I was reluctant to give up my money. However, the bully and his so-called ‘gang’ would surround me and try to grab at my wallet. I would try to defend myself at the best that I could but to no avail. The bullies were at least twice my size and they were 2 years older. Eventually they would return an empty wallet to me and run off, laughing to themselves.

 

Day by day, I would go through the day without eating anything at school. I would always look forward to the dismissal bell ringing, because that would mean that I could finally enjoy a meal at home. And every morning, I would dread going to school, because that would mean many hours of starving to me. As weeks and weeks passed, I grew more and more impatient and frustrated with the bully. One day, as the bully was extorting money from me, I could not control my anger and used all of my strength and to my surprise, I managed to escape their grasp and ran for the discipline master’s office. As I came face to face with the discipline master, I described the situation I go through every day. The discipline master saw the desperation that was on my face and went down to the canteen immediately, in search for the bullies I mentioned to him.

 

Once the discipline master got hold of the bullies, he started reprimanding them. The bullies, however, did not look like they were even sorry. But as the discipline master threatened to call their parents, the bullies started to pay attention and begged him not to call their parents and they vowed not to bully me or anyone else again or they would face the music.

From this incident, I learnt that if we are bullied, we must know how to seek help from others and not suffer in silence.

Some Unusual that Happened

I used to think that all Singaporeans are simply not ‘kind-hearted’ by nature. However, one incident that happened at the supermarket has forced me to change my thinking about all Singaporeans not being kind-hearted. It all happened on a Saturday like this…

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning, I did my morning routine and proceeded to eat my breakfast. I noticed that the amount of cereal left in the packet was only enough for one more bowl. I then went on to finish the packet of cereal. After which, I decided to go to the nearby supermarket to get a new pack. I told my parents that I would be going to the supermarket, at the same time, my mother gave me a relatively long shopping list and told me to help her get those items on the list. She gave me some money and I went off. On my way out, I stuffed the shopping list into my pocket and started counting the money. In a strange way, I felt rather happy as I was carrying a lot of money(about 2 weeks of my allowance) and started playing with it. While I was playing, I did not realise that a note-worth $50 had slipped out of my hand. I then proceeded to get the items and make payment. To my horror, when I was paying the cashier, I noticed that I was short of money, I did not want to rush back home to break the news to my parents and so I stayed at the shop, searching high and low for the money but to no avail.

At that moment, the lady that was queuing behind me asked me how much was I short of. Just then, I had a feeling that she was going to give me some money, so, I told her that it was okay and she need not help me. However, she still insisted that I take the money to make the payment. I had no choice but to accept unwillingly. I told her that I was short of $50 and she helped me make the payment. I thanked her profusely and that if I ever had the chance to meet her again in the future, I would return her the $50, but she just shook her head and said that people should help one another without expecting anything in return. After that, I walked back home, thinking to myself about what the lady had taught me.