Sanuye Hunt - Grade 9, Stivers School for the Arts
When I Chose to Be Happy
He stands there, resolute as a rock right in front of me. He plays this game perfectly, knowing, if I fight back, I’ll be sitting with my head down in the vice principal’s office or even missing a day for having gotten suspended. I have two choices: I can either show him, who's boss or bottle up my rage and fantasize my revenge later. I didn’t choose either. I decided to be happy.
I decided to ignore him. A bump by him, even a very ill-meant one, isn’t going to mess up my entire existence. He has been doing this for a while, ever since elementary school back in my hometown. He would taunt me, come up with embarrassing lies about things, which I supposedly did, then I would lash out, except my blade didn’t penetrate him. He would just sit there and laugh pretending to be “charming,” while in reality he was just a bully. The worst part was people green-lighted him ‘cause, I don’t know, bullying me makes you “cool.”
Even though I get sparked writing this, I have learned to put his acts past me, to put them in the past where they belong. What he did, and still does, has no place in my life, so I don’t give it one. I go to a great new school, a very demanding one, but I am not letting that get in my way. Since it is my second year, my connections with other students have become very strong. I have a lot of friends. It brings me joy to interact with them, whether it’s making half-baked puns at lunch or sharing chips and cookies. Being with my friend group truly makes me feel accepted. This makes me happy, and for them to be with me makes them happy. I learn to ignore this menace in my way; instead of trying to break him, I simply walk around and leave him behind me. I have bigger and more important things in front of me; I shouldn’t let some elementary school bully stop me.
So now I ignore him. Every time he bumps into me or tries to trip me, I remember the happiness I feel here, the happiness I feel without him--then “poof”--he disappears into thin air, and I keep walking forward. Why cry over someone, who has faded so much? Then I can share my happiness with my friends.