Proyecto armado por nosotras, siete alumnas de primero de secundaria, para la materia de la Construcción de Ciudadanía. Consiste en concientizar a la gente sobre lo que verdaderamente es el popular Bullying, y así pararlo. Estaremos subiendo vídeos, información, imágenes y noticias a lo largo de un tiempo. ¡Ayudá a parar el Bullying! ¡Decile NO al Bullying!
jueves, 31 de octubre de 2013
Video Informativo Sobre El Bullying
Este video, esta dirigido a los niños de primaria, para que de una forma sencilla y rápida, comprendan sobre este problema, que cada vez creciendo
Etiquetas:
acoso,
acoso escolar,
ahora o nunca,
apoyo,
ayuda,
bullies,
bully,
bullying,
definición,
detención,
familia,
informativo,
niños,
prevención,
suicidio,
victimas,
video
martes, 29 de octubre de 2013
¡Esto es lo que no debe pasar!
En la siguiente imagen, se observa como tres chicos hablan entre ellos sobre el chico que está sentado en el banco, hiriéndolo.
Si en tu escuela ves algo similar a esto, ¡ayudalo! ¡No te quedes callado! Acordate de que, si no haces nada, también sos parte.
¡PAREMOS EL ACOSO ESCOLAR!
-Agustina
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lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013
Golpean a vicedirectora en charla sobre bullying
Golpean a vicedirectora en charla sobre bullying
Ocurrió en un colegio de la provincia de Neuquén, cuando una mamá entró al aula donde la directiva estaba, paradójicamente, conversando con otros padres sobre la violencia escolar y, luego de insultarla y amenazarla, le pegó una piña en el ojo.
La vicedirectora de una escuela neuquina fue golpeada en la cara por una madre enfurecida que ingresó intempestivamente a un aula donde se desarrollaba una reunión de padres para abordar, paradójicamente, el tema del 'bullying'.
El hecho ocurrió ayer en la escuela 109 de la ciudad de Centenario, donde se dispuso que hoy no se dicten clases.
Una docente contó que "la agresión se produjo cuando se estaba realizando una reunión de padres para analizar el tema del 'bullying° (violencia en las escuelas) y entró al aula muy enojada una mamá que increpó a la vicedirectora Silvia Niera en momentos en que se estaba proyectando un video" sobre la temática.
"Empezó a insultar, a amenazar, y de pronto se acercó más a la vicedirectora y le aplicó un golpe de puño en el ojo izquierdo", relató esta mañana la maestra en declaraciones radiales.
En ese marco, añadió: "Pero ahí no terminó, porque estaba fuera de sí y tuvieron que sostenerla entre varios padres para evitar una nueva agresión" contra la directiva de la escuela.
Además, señaló que le pidió a la madre que se tranquilizara, pero, lejos de hacerlo, la amenazó "con el puño levantado".
"Para vos también hay", le dijo ante el asombro de los padres que nuevamente tuvieron que sujetarla para que no la agrediera.
El incidente terminó con la intervención de la policía y una fuerte conmoción entre la comunidad educativa.
sábado, 26 de octubre de 2013
Demi Lovato- Believe In Me
Hola! En este vídeo hay un entrevista de Demi Lovato con su relación con el bullying en su infancia, también, una canción de Demi relaciona con el acoso, espero que les guste.
¡Y espero que se puedan inspirar en esta cantante que pudo superarlo!
-NO CRITIQUES-
-Si no te agrada la cantante tienes que saber aceptar los gustos de los demás o estarás haciendo Bullying inconscientemente-To This Day by Shane Koyczan
To This Day
When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it
not really a big deal
one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body
I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been
a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home
I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”
this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises
news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname
and I earned my first nickname
pork chop
to this day
I hate pork chops
I hate pork chops
I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize
it does
she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog
to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing
he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit
to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity
we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell
but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong
they have to be wrong
why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me
of course
they did
they did
but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.
viernes, 25 de octubre de 2013
¿Qué hago si mi hijo es víctima del acoso escolar?
En la entrada anterior, explicamos los cambios en la víctima. Entonces, ¿a los padres que les queda por hacer?
Frente a un adolescente que sufre de Bullying, sus padres suponen algo muy importante para ellos, ya que son los únicos que conocen demasiado al adolescente como para reconocer los cambios. Por eso, es necesario que los padres estén siempre apoyando y ayudandolo. Al reconocer a su hijo como víctima, los padres deberian intentar hacer esta lista de cosas:
- Conversar con él, buscando la manera de ayudarlo.
- Buscar ayuda externa, es decir de profesionales o psicólogos.
- Explicarle y ayudarlo a encontrar formas de defenderse y de no quedarse callado.
- Buscar ayuda en su escuela, avisando a los maestros y a los directivos.
- Apoyarlo y nunca dejarlo solo.
Entonces, si sos padre, intenta ayudarlo, sino, cuando te des cuenta, ya podría ser tarde.
¡Basta de Bullying!
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¿Querés saber algo particular sobre el hostigamiento escolar? Dejalo en un comentario.
¿Qué cambios se detectan en una víctima de acoso escolar?
A medida que el acoso escolar va creciendo y se va conociendo más sobre él, los padres empiezan a tener más temor por sus hijos. Dudan y tienen miedo de que sufran de él. Por lo tanto, si sos padre, los siguientes síntomas son los que la víctima suele reportar.
- Cambio súbito de comportamiento
- Pérdida de pertenencias
- Lloran, se angustian con facilidad
- Se critican en exceso
- Comienzan a ver películas de violencia o a manejar y expresar violencia verbal
- Se vuelven más agresivos y poco razonable en el intercambio con figuras de autoridad
- Presentan ideación o lenguaje vinculado a la posibilidad de cometer suicidio
- Intentan evitar la escuela
- Se encuentran más ausentes y dispersados
- Disminuyen su rendimiento académico
Si detectaste estos cambios en tu hijo, ¡hablá con él! No te quedes callado, ayudalo y si es posible, llevalo a un especialista. Si lo ignorás, tu hijo se sentirá solo y sin apoyo.
¡Paremos el Bullying!
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