If you are having problems then you should tell somebody - someone at home or someone at school. Together, we can make it STOP!
ALL DIFFERENT, ALL EQUAL
13 - 17 NOVEMBER 2017
What is bullying?
Bullying involves an imbalance of power. Someone who bullies uses their power to control, hurt or upset someone else on purpose, a number of times, by using behaviour which is frightening, upsetting or hurtful.
Bullying can take many forms:
VERBAL: being teased, name calling, hand signs and rude comments
EMOTIONAL: hurting your feelings, leaving you out, bossing you about
PHYSICAL: punching, kicking, spitting, hitting, pushing, touching you when you don’t like it
RACIST: calling you racist names
CYBER: through texts, e-mail, facebook and other networking sites
THROUGH A 3RD PERSON: sending a friend with horrid messages
Your Helping Hand - Who Can You Tell?
Mum/Dad/Carer at home
A teacher or adult in school
Any other adult you trust
Childline - call 0800 1111 or click here.
What the school will do if you tell us you are being bullied.
If you are being bullied:
What should you do if you see someone else being bullied?
Antibullying Week 2016
Don't Keep It In by Lauren
Don't be negative
Tell about bullying
Don't keep it in.
If you have a problem
Talk to someone
Play with a friend
Don't be alone.
If you're at school
Tell a teacher
Or a trusted friend
Just don't keep it in.
If you're in public
And you're on your own
Just try to go home
Don't keep it in.
ANTI-BULLYING WEEK 2015 - KYLA & RUBY Y5
As you know, in November Belmont had an anti-bullying week. We decided we would go round the Junior classes and find out what everybody thought about it.
Q1: What did you learn from the Monday assembly?
The Y3's told us they learnt that it is always good to say sorry and thank you. The Y4's learnt that bullying is more than just falling out and is repeated. The Y5's said that they learnt it is important to be nice and the Y6's told us that you should always treat people how you would want to be treated.
Q2: What was the most interesting thing you learnt?
The Y3's thought that you should always forgive others; whilst the Y4's said that their most interesting thing was making the paper chains. The Y5's thought it important to know that we should not say it's bullying unless it's repeated and the Y6's thought it was that you should treat others how you would like to be treated yourself.
Q3: What did you enjoy most?
The Y6's enjoyed watching the '20 things you should say more often' video; the Y5's enjoyed creating bright, colourful posters with Mr Harris. Meanwhile, the Y4's enjoyed learning about everything to do with bullying and the Y3's enjoyed making friends with children they never used to play with before.
Q4: Is there anything that you have not learnt that you want to know?
The Y6's said that they want to know more about why people bully whilst the Y5's want to learn a bit more about cyber-bullying. The Y4's said they want to learn about why bullying leads to bad things and the Y3's about what makes bullying happen.
Mrs Shales told us we will be learning more about cyber-bullying after Christmas, but please remember if you are having problems please come and talk to one of the adults in school.
Kyla and Ruby
During Anti-Bullying Week, we all talked about why people bully and what we can do if it happens. Year 6 also wrote stories from the view point of someone who bullies or someone who is being bullied for their Big Write. You can read two of them below and also listen to them on BelmontFM.
STOP IT, THAT HURTS - By Josephine
I can sense my head bleeding and pounding like my heart at this moment. I look into her eyes but only evil stares back at me. In the darkness I can hardly make out her face, but I know it's her. I then hear footsteps, it's her gang. I know because I can see two other gleaming sets of eyes in the darkness. They come up to me and rip my hair out. I'm screaming but no sound is coming out; I'm all alone. Worthless. She gets her long finger nails and scratches all the way down my face. I try to fight back but it's no use, there's three of them and one of me. I'm stranded, I give up, let them win. They get make-up and spread it across my face; it sticks to my knotted hair. She picks me up and drags me by my collar, opens the door and throws me out. I would stand up but I can't. Eventually I find the energy to lift myself back up. I hold on to the railing that leads to the Hall.
I walk into the dark and empty room only it's not dark or empty; it's full of parents waiting to see our play. I fling myself on stage but it's my line now. I don't know what to do. My eyes start to fill up with tears. I need to tell someone. I look for a kind face in the crowd but I can't find it. My head hurts, I fall to the ground; blackout.
YOU'LL NEVER TELL - By Bryony
I stormed over to the mouse of a girl. I raged like a lethargic mastiff, just woken up from its slumber. The girl had long, smooth hair like ebony wood and skin like alabaster. In fact, she was the spitting image of Snow White. What a great insult that would make. I now loomed over the girl like a magnificent dragon, sly and majestically powerful with my head of flaming copper hair. Suddenly she turned. I noticed her eyes, big sparkling peridots, full of innocence and will. I now felt like a coward, picking on her, but I couldn't stop now I was standing over her.
I started hurling insults at her flashing eyes and petite face. I then felt as if my shadow grew deeper and darker, creeping into the only innocence I had, eating it up. Her face remained as ravishingly beautiful as before for no tears rolled down her cheeks. I threw my best criticism at her, yet to no avail. She still looked on. Then I saw what kept her strong. Something I have never had. Friends. They thundered towards me, a gargantuan army of tiny bodies and faces. I then saw their leader, Miss Rosa, the kindest teacher of all. Her hands, small and soft like a petal, gently clasped my own hand.
I remember the day she spoke to me. Her voice like the silver bell of heaven itself. Even now I remember what I had said to the poor girl. I remember saying she'd never tell but of course she didn't need to. Her friends had helped her. That was the one and only thing I had never experienced. Hatred, sadness, fear, love, heavy heartedness, pride, all of these things I have felt. But never friendship.
I know that the little Snow White remembers too. She has forgiven me, but not forgotten what happened that day long ago. It rings in my soul, a bell, black like the shadow I cast on her magnificent purity. It pains me when it chimes. A memory of what pureness my heart has lost.