Based off of Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life, the first in the Middle School series by James Patterson, the film is aimed at, well, middle schoolers or tweens.
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But, empowering one to learn how to no longer be afraid or ashamed is also what can defeat a cowardly bully.Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life hit theatres last weekend. Several schools are now adopting ‘zero-tolerance bullying’ policies, which are a step in the right direction. By doing so, I not only hope it inspires at least one reader or listener who has been suffering silently, to finally take a stand against this injustice and learn how to enjoy school and life again. Thanks to the inspiration of actress Gabrielle Union, the support of my wife Cymonie, and of my sister Lisa, I no longer stay silent – I now publicly speak and write about my experiences. Our Sponsors (This article is continued below)
The only thing worse than a victim being incapable of sharing his or her ordeal is actually confiding with a loved one, and nothing is done until it is too late, such as school violence or suicide. Like the majority of victims, I used to keep it a dark secret from my family and friends because I was unwilling and unable to admit that I was a victim of high school bullying. Bullies now have social and electronic media at their disposal, and there is very little escape or relief for the victims. Unfortunately, bullying continues to this day, and victims do not even get a respite like I did on weekends or summer vacations. It was not until my sophomore year when I returned to my all-American image once again and college became the most meaningful years of my life, from becoming the strongest weightlifter and earning a bachelor’s degree, to meeting my future wife, Cymonie.
My High School years were the worst years of my life, and the scars carried over into college, especially my freshman year. My self-esteem suffered and I developed social anxiety, and for the first time in my life, I underachieved academically and socially.Įven though I attended the Sadie Hawkins dance from the sixth to the eighth grade, I never had a high school girlfriend, and would have gone dateless if it had not been for a blind date to the Senior Prom. For the next two-plus years, I was body shamed, mocked, and insulted in front of my peers and classmates. I started ninth grade very self-conscious, which attracted the attention of a couple of bullies. In addition to wearing braces, my hair turned darker, and I became very thin. Although I was still practically the same good-natured and well-liked student as before, I started going through puberty, which affected me dramatically. My parents divorced when I was just six years old, and it was decided that I would live with my dad in high school, even though I had been living with my mother, stepdad, and sister in middle school. My looks and image belied one who was preoccupied by having a father with lupus, a chronic autoimmune disease that affects the entire body (skin, tissue, and organs). I had always been on the passive and quiet side, but still had little difficulty befriending others up until this point, mainly because of my easy-going and well-rounded image. I was also well behaved, earned good grades, and was very athletic.Įlementary and middle school were equally the best school years of my life, and I expected high school to be no different, even though it would be my seventh different school since kindergarten. Growing up in South Florida and Georgia, I was always considered to be the all-American boy with blonde hair and blue eyes.
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