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12 - 16 NOVEMBER 2018

Bullying is unacceptable and is taken very seriously by everyone at Belmont. In addition to our regular PHSE lessons, each November the school takes part in Anti-Bullying Week. If your child is being bullied at school, the school has policies and procedures in place to support you. If you think your child is being bullied, please come and talk to Mr Davidson or the class teacher. You can find a copy of our anti-bullying policy below.


Top tips for parents from the Anti-Bullying Alliance website:


  • If your child is being bullied don’t panic. Explain to your child that the bullying is not their fault and together you will sort this out.
  • Bullying is never acceptable; and should always be taken seriously. It is never your child’s fault if they’ve been bullied.
  • Try and establish the facts. It can be helpful to keep a diary of events. If the bullying is online, save or copy images and text.
  • Find out what your child wants to happen. Help to identify steps you can take; and the skills they have to help sort out the situation. Make sure you always keep them informed about any actions you decide to take.
  • You may be tempted to tell your child to retaliate but this can have unpredictable results. Your child might get into trouble or get even more hurt. Rather – role play non-violent ways they can respond to children that are bullying them (e.g. ‘I don’t like it when you say that to me/do that to me. Stop.’); show them how to block or unfriend people if the bullying is online and help them identify other friends or adults that can support them.
  • Encourage your child to get involved in activities that build their confidence and esteem, and help them to form friendships outside of school (or wherever the bullying is taking place).


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

  A friend

  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.

  • We will listen to you and take action
  • We will keep a record of any incidents
  • We will find a way to make it stop so that you can feel safe and happy in school

If you are being bullied:


Do ...

  • Use eye contact and tell them to go away.
  • Ignore them.
  • Walk away.
  • Act as though you don’t care what they say or do.
  • Save any evidence such as text messages or emails.
  • Find out how to block or report someone who is behaving badly online.
  • Remember it is NOT your fault.




Don't ...

  • Do what they say.                                 
  • Look upset or cry.
  • Reply to any nasty messages.
  • Get angry.


What should you do if you see someone else being bullied?

  •  Don't ignore it.
  •  Tell the bully to stop if it is safe to do so.
  •  Tell an adult or the bullying may keep happening.
Some useful websites for you







Some very thoughtful writing about bullying and it's effects by Belmont pupils


Don't Keep It In by Lauren

Don't be negative

Be positive

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.

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.



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.