Kenneth Anderson

1-18-07

1st period

Firsthand Experience Essay

I can remember my first real bully. It’s almost as plain as day. If I’m not mistaken, I was attending Miles Davis and was in the third grade. There was some boy, who, of course, I could not name to this very day. I don’t remember him. There was also another boy who used to help him harass the other students, and both of them were in the same grade as I was.

There was one time in the winter where I had my first encounter with the two bullies. I was leaving school and was jumped on by the two boys. In my backpack, I had a plastic folder that had a bunch of fake dollar bills. The two bullies jumped on me because they wanted my folder, which was pretty stupid. Anyway, the first time I encountered the two bullies was also the first time that I fought back.

I was down on my stomach and, after finally getting up ad having my book bag taken away from me, I grabbed my book bag from one of the bullies who was trying to run away, but my bag was attached to his back, so I kept swinging him around and around in the cold weather until my book bag finally slipped off of him. He fell onto the ground and I was about to leave, when I heard my mom call my name from outside the gate, which was the worst thing that could’ve happened to me at the moment.

I looked at the gate and then fell silent, because I didn’t want my mom to see me fighting. I paused for a second, not having known that that one bully and his other friend were already trying to get back at me. I got pushed from out of nowhere and flew back on the ground into this gate. A few icicles fell down on me and that was the end of it. The two boys ran away after knocking me down. I got up, brushed myself off, walked out of the gate, and went home with my mom. She and I laughed about what happened all day.