In grade 1 I got kicked out of music class playing musical chairs, so I started my own. The teacher told me off and slapped my hand and told me to sit down.
When I was in grade 3, my teacher made fun of me for always having my mouth open. He told me I daydreamed too much and that I wouldn’t amount to anything because of it.
In grade 5, my teacher told me I had a learning disability and made me sit countless tests. I asked her for help on how to tell the time, and she told me if I didn’t understand it now I never would and I’ll never forget her words, she said “you’re beyond help”.
In year 7, I still couldn’t tell the time, and a lovely girl Elizabeth taught me it. Some girls laughed at me while she was explaining it and called me dumb.
The next year those girls pretended to be my friend because they needed an extra person for their own room in camp. They bullied me the whole time and left me out. I spent the camp crying to teachers who ignored me and sent me back to the same room.
I changed schools in year 10, and some of the boys made up rumours about me until one boy decided to stick up for me by saying I was “too fat and ugly to be touched”
In my final year off high school, I left half way through the year. I felt too depressed and didn’t want to go to school anymore. My parents divorced and it all got too much.
At 22, I decided I wanted to help people, and I wanted to be a psychologist. I was rejected from all universities who told me unless I had perfect grades in my final years or studied another course, I would never get in. If I studied another course I would be 30 by the time I finished. I felt like I was going to be too old.
I enrolled anyway and had perfect grades and worked hard until one teacher told me I lacked expression, and failed my piece. I begged her explaining I needed to get into university. I wrote it 3 more times before she finally passed me.
I’m 30 now.
I have completed an applied science degree majoring in psychology. I’m in my second year of a masters degree.
In that I have had two children to a man who thinks I’m beautiful and loves my body.
Those girls from high school keep trying to add me as a friend on Facebook and “reach out.”
I write a blog that was featured on the Ellen website and told that I write really well. That my expression is good.
I still daydream a lot and think musical chairs is fun.
Everyone will always tell you no, or you can’t, or you’re not good enough. You are in charge of your own destiny, not them.
Don’t let anyone tell you no, or that you can’t, or that you’re dumb, too fat, too skinny, that you shouldn’t be creative or fight for what you want.
Or let them tell you, because karma is a bitch. And proving people wrong is so much fun.