be honest guys this is just a draft essay in response to the prompt
"our environment and our landscape influence how we make sense of the world"
constructive criticism please
I Miss Korea
Tears run straight down my face like a running tap as I sit in the dark in the corner of my room. Bruises cover my entire body, blood oozing out of my upper lip, bruised and battered I sit there. I’m sick of it all; I want to go away and never come back. Mixed emotion run through my entire body. I look at the bruises and the scars that they have left on my body, I was furious. How could I let them treat me like this, I was so angry, I screamed at the top of my lungs before punching a great big hole in the wall. I’m scared, I fear them; sometimes I wish that I could build up the courage and stand up to these cowards, but how can I? How can I possibly stand up to them when there is only one of me and a group of them? Every day I come home crying and every night I would cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I would pray to my god and just wish that he would make them disappear or perhaps send these cowards to hell. It wasn’t so much of the physical bullying that got to me the most but rather the name calling that I’ve had to put up with for over a year. Mother used to tell me that “sticks and stone may break my bones but words will never hurt me” Mother lied; I found out for myself that words hurt me just as much as sticks and stones. I’m not the most attractive looking kid in the world, I wasn’t very fit and my English wasn’t any better either. The kids at school would make comments about me and call me all sorts of names some of which I didn’t really care because they were partially true such as, Fat Chang, Four-Eyes, Train Tracks, and Brace Face and so on. There was one name however that really hurt me the most and I absolutely hated it when they called me it, that name was Chin Chang Chong. I am not even Chinese, I’m a Korean, I guess I can’t really blame them, after all I’m the very first Asian student that has enrolled at this school. It really hurts every time I hear them call me that and try and impersonate me by trying to make their eyes look like mine with their fingers.
Every time I walk past the big front gate at the school, it always seems to remind me of memories of Korea. I miss Korea and I miss my friends from my old school, especially my best friend Vivian. We used to always walk to school together and would always walk past the big front gate which looks almost identical to the one at this school. I wish that she was here with me, she was the only one that never failed to put a smile on my face, she knew exactly what to say to cheer me up and whenever I was feeling down she was always there to brighten up my day. I use to love every minute of every day of school back when I was at Korea but now I hate it. School should be a safe and secure learning environment not one that is full of pain and misery. School for me now is like hell on earth. What had I done to deserve all of this? I never really understood why the kids treated me this way. Was it cause of my appearance or was it simply because of my nationality? Perhaps if the kids got to know the real me they may treat me a little better, sometimes I wish that at least one person from the school would take some time out just to get to know me a little bit better, if I could make just one friend from this school then I would probably make me feel a whole lot better about myself. Every day as I walk past the big front gate, I will always think of Korea and my best friend Vivian. I guess that’s how I manage to get by each and every day.
The End
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