by Serafin » Tue Jan 17, 2017 11:14 am
Dear Fellow Students,
Congratulations! In all my years at this strange, artsy private school, I have met only two bullies. And neither of them pulled anything close to the caliber of things that go on at public school. So, congratulations, for being civil human beings. I know that this is preschool through highschool, but even for having littles on the campus, we're surprisingly polite and decent.
At least, that's what I thought. See, there are no bullies among the highschool/middleschool aged kids that I know of, but there's something else going on and it's almost as bad. I changed campuses recently, moving from the one with more younger kids to the one with more teens. The first thing I noticed was that no one noticed me. Nope, not even the kids that I've done workshops or classes with before. Not even the ones I've spoken to.
Being an extrovert, I approached a few of you, talked kindly, asked how you were. You looked at me as if I was below you and offered the bare minimum of a response. It was not, technically, unkind but it was, in a way, worse than being bullied. Because you didn't have the courage to say anything to my face. I don't think you were trying to be mean. I think you just didn't need another friend. You had all been going there for years, just as I had, but you had never had to change campuses. You were lucky enough to live near the one for older kids.
You were a pack, and even though I am a hella extroverted theater kid who has been attending theater parties and awards nights since I was nine years old, I found it impossible to approach you.
All of a sudden, I was invisible. I had a few people who talked to me, who acted as friends, but really, my close friends don't attend this campus. I stayed invisible for a long time. I learned to just sit quietly in the student-lounge on hour-long breaks and bury myself in a sketchbook.
They say invisibility is a superpower. That was true, I suppose. The things I overheard. Ha. Yes, invisibility is a superpower, but what if you couldn't turn it off?
What about the Advanced Improv Troupe? Surely, I thought, we had to work well together, since we're going to be teaching theater to younger kids. Surely, I thought, I would find a band of misfits there. I was wrong. It was just a cross-section of the popular pack. Turns out, since we don't have sports teams, the theater geeks are the ones who know everyone.
You talked to me just fine during class, answered my questions, chuckled at my jokes politely. The second class was over, you split back up into your groups and fled. And I was invisible again.
The new term just started last week and I am proud to say that I am no longer invisible. Know why? Because I hunted down a couple of other writers who don't have anyone to talk to. I HUNTED THEM DOWN LIKE I WAS ON SOME SORT OF MISSION TO SAVE THE WORLD. It took that much. But I found them. Now I feel like the whole thing was probably just me anyways, me being shy of so many new people.
But sometimes I wonder. What if it wasn't? What if you really ARE cold towards people you don't know? I'm not writing this to shame you, or to make you wish you had talked to me. I'm writing this to ask everyone, every single one of you, every kid on campus, even the pre-schoolers to do something simple.
Talk to the new kid. It's not that hard. Just walk up and ask them their name. Ask about the sketchbook they're carrying. Ask about the band name on their hat or about the artistic eyeliner they're wearing or about their class schedule. Just talk to them. Please. You might be making their day.
-M