I was so excited I ran to the back of the restaurant where a coworker of mine came up to me. I told her that I was so happy and began to cry tears of joy. I have been working so hard to find someone interested in my story, and I am praying so hard that this will be my big break. I really hope they don't forget, and call me soon. My phone won't be leaving my side any time soon!!
In other news, I have decided to share stories of my being bullied days. I figure, this way you guys could get a better understanding about what I have gone through and maybe we could connect on a greater level? I will leave a story quite often, these stories may be brutal, or they can be just minor bullying stories. Regardless of the type of the story, it is important to remember that no type of bullying is okay. Have you ever been told the story about the bullied banana? Here is how it goes. Imagine a banana as a person. Each time the banana gets bullied, you prick it with a needle. The more times you poke it with a needle, you will see that the banana still looks the same on the outside. However, if you peel the banana, you will see that the banana has begun bruising where it has been poked. Get the analogy? Just because you hurt someone on the inside, doesn't mean that you will see it on the outside. Be careful...before it's too late.
Here is my first story. It happened my senior year while I was attending Dunwoody High School. I was in my art class working on my project. I overheard a story someone was telling and I began to laugh. Then someone in the class screamed out, "Oh my god, Polina just laughed!!" I was so confused and I responded with, "What are you talking about, I laugh all the time." Eventually they started making fun about the fact that I was so depressed and being around me was like watching a car accident happen. I was so embarrased because everyone could hear this, so my first reaction was to bring in the teacher to the conversation because she was listening. "Do you think I am depressed?" I asked her hoping that she would prove everyone wrong in the class. "Well, obviously!" She replied as she laughed and walked away. I was stunned. I sank into my seat and kept to myself for the rest of the period. Could no one really see the damage that they have caused? It has been two years since this event, and I still think about it almost every day. I wish someone had stood up for me. I wish someone had taken me aside and asked me if I was okay, or if I needed someone to talk to. But no one did.
This is a bullying story, but it also has a lot to do with my depression from the past. I think it is a very important story to share because it shows how people really need to help others out. If you see someone is being bullied, or seems really down, why not ask them if they are ok? Why is popularity more important than someone's life?
On a final note, if you guys are in the Atlanta area on Friday night, come check me out at The Plaza Theatre Performing with the fantastic LDOD cast. We will show you The Rocky Horror Picture Show in a way you will never forget! I will be your Janet!! Hope to see you all there!!
<3 Always,
Polina (Angel)
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