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Bullying

Hello!

What a splendid day.

So mind if I lend you ears for a while?

I just want to share something about B. U. L. L. Y. I. N. G ~


Bullying.

Bullying comes in many different forms, from cyber bulling


to physical bullying.

It’s all wrong and it has to stop.

Bullying has a real negative effect on the victim’s life.

Those who are constantly bullied can be pushed to the


breaking point, where they could end up hurting themselves
or others.

Why do students bully their class mates?

Herm........

I believe students bully other because they are insecure


and lack confidence.

They use bullying tactics to impress other students.

Bullies thrive on attention they get from their fellow


classmates.

Their hurtful actions make them feel powerful and popular.


Bullies pick on students who they think are weak in physical
stature, unpopular with their peers, easily intimated, or
discriminated against.

Bullying occurs on a regular basis in many schools.

It’s usually started by the same person or a ring leader who


gets a few other students to join in on the bullying.

Unfortunately, the majority of students are spectators who


act like the “peanut gallery” laughing out loud or snickering
behind the victim’s back.

The “peanut gallery” may not directly bully the victim, but
by standing on the sidelines giving their attention to the
actions they encourage they bully.

Even though I am not a bully, I have been part of the


“peanut gallery” that makes bullying an even worse situation.

The “peanut gallery” are students that can make a positive


change to stop bullying.

As students, we can take action to stop bullying in our


schools and I have some ideas to make this happen.

I and a group of students would dedicate one week at the


beginning of the school year to hold an anti-bullying
campaign called “Bully Beatdown.”

The “Bully Beatdown” campaign would raise awareness to the


issues of bullying.
For the campaign kick-off, I would hold a rally for students
to share their personal stories and experience with bullying.

I would invite a counselor or a psychologist specializing in


anti-social behavior to speak at the rally about the effects
of bullying.

The person could train students on anti-bullying tactics.

During the “Bully Beatdown” campaign, I would have


students perform skits acting out different bullying
scenarios and ways they can stop bullying such as
befriending a victim of bullying.

To promote my campaign, I would pass out information


flyers and pamphlets, buttons, and signs to post throughout
the school in bathrooms, gyms, lunchrooms, and hallways.

Another feature of the campaign will have students sign a


social contract agreeing to not participate in bullying of any
kind, to stand up for the victims of bullying, to not be a
bystander to bullying, and to report bullying to teachers or
a responsible adult.

I would create an organization called “Bully Guardians”


which is a community of students who act as a support
network for students targeted by bullies.

The students who were spectators to bullying can become a


“Bully Guardian.”
Many students are afraid to report bullying incidents they
observe because they might become targets themselves.

I would create an “Anonymous Email System” for those


students who don’t want to report an incident in-person to a
teacher or the principal.

The student could send an email explaining the bullying


incident they saw or encountered.

After the campaign kick-off, I propose that each month


schools devote a day to bully awareness and to report on
the progress they’ve made to stop bullying.

I believe my plan of action is practical and easy to


implement in schools.

Thank you.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit
by Beatrix Potter

The most beloved story by British author Beatrix Potter, published in 1902.
ONCE upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were— Flopsy, Mopsy,
Cotton-tail, and Peter.

They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.

"NOW, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you may go into the fields or down
the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your Father had an accident there; he was
put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor."

"NOW run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out."

THEN old Mrs. Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella, to the baker's. She bought a loaf of
brown bread and five currant buns.

FLOPSY, Mopsy, and Cottontail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather
blackberries;
BUT Peter, who was
very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate!

FIRST he ate some lettuces and some French beans; and then he ate some radishes;

AND then, feeling rather sick, he went to look for some parsley.

BUT round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor!

MR. McGREGOR was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages, but he jumped
up and ran after Peter, waving a rake and calling out, "Stop thief!"

PETER was most dreadfully frightened; he rushed all over the garden, for he had forgotten
the way back to the gate.

He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.

AFTER losing them, he ran on four legs and went faster, so that I think he might have got
away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the
large buttons on his jacket. It was a blue jacket with brass buttons, quite new.
PETER gave himself up
for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew
to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself.

MR. McGREGOR came up with a sieve, which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter; but
Peter wriggled out just in time, leaving his jacket behind him.

AND rushed into the toolshed, and jumped into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing to
hide in, if it had not had so much water in it.

MR. McGREGOR was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the toolshed, perhaps hidden
underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking under each.

Presently Peter sneezed— "Kertyschoo!" Mr. McGregor was after him in no time,

AND tried to put his foot upon Peter, who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants.
The window was too small for Mr. McGregor, and he was tired of running after Peter. He
went back to his work.

PETER sat down to rest; he was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the
least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.

After a time he began to wander about, going lippity— lippity—not very fast, and looking all
around.

HE found a door in a wall; but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to
squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her
family in the wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate, but she had such a large pea in her
mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him. Peter began to cry.

THEN he tried to find his way


straight across the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a
pond where Mr. McGregor filled his water-cans. A white cat was staring at some gold-fish;
she sat very, very still, but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter
thought it best to go away without speaking to her; he had heard about cats from his cousin,
little Benjamin Bunny.

HE went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a
hoe—scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But
presently, as nothing happened, he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow, and peeped
over. The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing onions. His back was turned towards
Peter, and beyond him was the gate!

PETER got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow, and started running as fast as he could
go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant bushes.

Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner, but Peter did not care. He slipped
underneath the gate, and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
MR. McGREGOR hung up
the little jacket and the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.

PETER never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir-tree.

He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole,
and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking; she wondered what he had done with his
clothes. It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight!

I AM sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.

His mother put him to bed, and made some camomile tea; and she gave a dose of it to Peter!

"One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time."

BUT Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and blackberries, for supper.

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