MONOLOGUE ABOUT BULLYING

My name is Giancarlo Catino and I believe in friendship! I am 6 years old and today is my first day at school! I immediately met the the Huns: they are my classmates! within three minutes we shouted out loud the letter  e.

- eeeeeeeehhh !!!!!!

Let's play to throw down from the window? (I  threw them no)

- eeeeeeeehhh !!!!!!

Do we play zombies and girls do zombies?

- eeeeeeeehhh !!!!!!

Then I got 3 slaps, 6 shots and 1 punch on the head, that's why I found myself at the first desk. Andrea Rozzi, a ladded companion, he immediately renamed me "mobile target" and my back became the landing field of paper planes, banana peels and broken pencils ... (laughs) they throw at me everything! at the last hour a compass arrived in my head! It's a day I'll never forget ... my first scar on my forehead!

My name is Giancarlo Catino and I believe in friendship. my classmates over the years have declined my name as a joke in every way: "gianloop, giancabbage, gianshit”. 

Then they also went crazy with the surname that inspired a mythical song that I always sing at recreation: "Catino idiot, you're a four-eyed and you have a pea"

What a fun! Andrea Rozzi to make a joke has spread the rumor that I had lice, crazy! oh, do you believe that since then nobody has invited me to a party? now they are called me lousy as well as looking at me! my cousin Luca who does the fifth, at break time he heard it and says that they should not call me that ... I let them do it because I think that sooner or later they will stop.

My name is Giancarlo Catino and I believe in friendship. I'm 11 years old and I'm 6th grade! even the new classmates are a band of jokers! I was lucky because in my class I also found Andrea Rozzi, that is, so at least I know someone! I went a bit 'on weight and so they began to call me with some nice new names: cake, donut, dishcloth, chubby / wallpaper, four-eyed and big breast / smell of feet, big shit, rubble / dung,  saw , shredder, ball and rag.

It's not that I'm happy but I don’t worry, if I think that Rinaldi is called vomit, I've gone better. The other day they threw me into a dumpster of rubbish! I managed out all dirty  of tomato sauce and leftovers. My cousin Luca who is in 8th saw me, I shamed myself in the dumpster and everyone laughed. How can I go back to school tomorrow ?

Some nights I look out the window and wonder how it would fly away and disappear forever .... for sure they would not call me dung anymore ...

My name is Giancarlo Catino and I believe in friendship. I am 14 years old and I started the science  high school. In my class there are two groups ... and then me. I understood that the best thing is to talk as little as possible so they do not see me. Instead of balls it did not help: they wrapped me in adhesive tape, burned my jeans with the lighter and drew a penis on my forehead with the indelible felt-tip pen. Because of this last event in my house they realized what they do to me at school. My mother did a lot of stories. Then they forced me to talk to the psychologist. Because in that video on you tube I did not look good. The truth is that I was ashamed to talk with my ... the truth is that I would be different ... this morning I entered the gym of my school and I bet the most bastard of my companions. 

I looked him straight in the eye and he thought I wanted to defeat him.

So I hugged him ... and I won.

My name is Giancarlo Catino and I believe in friendship