Where I wasn’t judged on my appearance or the way I acted. I actually enjoyed school for the first time in a while. Soon four days had gone by and I got called to our Vice Principal's office, it was nerve wracking but I got good news for me at least. The student who was doing this to me was getting a suspension, he was going to be in school for those days but I wasn’t going to be seeing him at all. No I wasn’t jumping in the air or celebrating when I was told but for a whole day I felt like I had nothing to worry about. Yes, the person who hurt me happens to go to this school and almost always has something to say about me. I promise to go to a teacher or someone else if it gets worse. I realize that going to some adult was the probably the first thing I should’ve done to avoid me breaking down in front of everyone. I learned from eighth grade and now I know I am a little stronger from my past experience. The lesson I learned was that you shouldn’t be afraid to do something that could help you because it will definitely help you in the long run. I’m glad I went to a teacher that day and cried in front of her because it really showed what I was going