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__ Assignment #4 __ One event in my life that brought the end of childhood, and the realization that time is not unlimited is when I was in sixth grade, and I was being treated badly by another student. Before then, I had always thought that my teachers could solve any problem I gave them, but after I had gotten bullied and had told the teacher, she didn't really care and said that there was nothing she could do. This made my time in sixth grade hard, and I felt like my teachers thought I deserved it. Even when I told my parents, the most they could to was say to let it roll off my back, and said they could try to get the student into the principal's office. I told them no, because I didn't want to seem like I was a baby. Even when they did do something, it didn't stop, and the person would tease me when I told him to stop, "What? Gonna send me to the counselor again?", showing that it had absolutely no effect. Sometimes I would cry myself to sleep, and feel like I was worthless. I think the worst part of this experience was that the whole time, my friends and other students didn't try to help me stand up to him, and some even laughed with him at me. They didn't see anything wrong. I held it in at school, trying to act like it was nothing, when it really was tearing me apart. I have, and always will have a scar in my heart, not only from the actual things they said, but also becuase no one did anything to help me. I learned that jerks and evil in the world, and they cannot change or be stopped. To this day, I see them, and, even though I have told them how much they have hurt me, know that they are not sorry for anything that they have done, and they tell me to get over it. I try, but the feeling of self-loathing will always linger when I see him or think about that year, and he will never be sorry.