Contest essay

It started about two or three weeks ago, i thought that by giving him a hug that he would stop all the sexual looks and comments he says to me. So u gave him a hug and as he was coming in for the hug his hand reached up for my breast, and he skimes it. i thought it was an accident, so i let it slide. The next day in class, he came up from behind me, grabbed me and picked me up. As he picked me up, his hands landed right on top of my chest grabbing them. I told him to stop and athat it made me uncomfortible, so he stopped. Well that is until the next day. He came up and grabbed my chest and rubbed his hand down my pants zipper. i pushed him and told him to stop; i did not tell anyone because i thought he would stopand that it would go away, but i was very wrong.
Surviving sexual harassment defines me. The next day in class my teacher and I were standing in front of the class vroom door, looking at the art work that she had just put over the window of the door. The boy came up from behind me and opened the door and pushed me into my teacher and then out into the hall. i tried to fake him out by spinning to get back into the class room. It did not work; he was too big and too strong for me to get by him. I pushed and pleaded for him to let me back in the class room, but he would not. He slammed the door behind us closing us off from the class. He pushed me up against the door anf the wall so i could not move or get out. When he pushed his body into and against mine it felt like a wall of bricks was laying on me, and i could not move. His head turned towards mine and moving inward to kiss me. I was terrified; i could not stop myself from shaking. My mind went blank. His hands began to mave all over my body. He whispered nasty things in my ears sending chills of fear throughtout my body.
His hand movedd down all over my stomach. He started liftting and moving his hands up my shirt. I finally got my hands free and pushed him with all my strenth. It got him off guard just enough that he moved back, and as he did, i swung my head straight for his head and hit him right in the nose. He backed off screaming with pain.
I ran back in the class room and sat in my desk. I could not stop shaking. I could not think. I could not move. I did not know what to do. I walked down the hall and in a daze, my mind only thinking about one thing, "was i sexually harassed?" "What do i do?" "who do i tell?" I walked to meet my friends for lunch and tears began to flow from my eyes. No matter how hard i tried, i could not stop them from coming out. My friends saw that i was crying. They soon became alarmed and wondered what had happened. I told them what just happened, and they said that i should tell the school police officer and get justice for what he had done to me.
Through the tears i told the officer what had happened. He called my family to let them know hwat i had just experenced. My family showed up one by one, my sister first. When i saw her, i fell to my knees and exploded with more emotion. My dad showed up as we were walking out the doors of the school. I could see the anger and fear in his eyes when he saw me. My dad said he was going to go talk to the police officer to find out what was going to happen to the boy. The officer said, "He will be charged with six xounts of sexual harassment, and will be tried as an adult. We have him in custody, and will take him to jail to wait to see what is going to happen."
From that day, i have been living in fear. Fear of him coming after me and hurting me. I had dreams about him; I could not sleep alone or be alone at night. He made me fear everything and everyone. The only men i trusted were my dad and brothers. I woundered when it would end. If i was out at night, I carried something to protect myself whether it was a screw driver or mace. After awhile, everything got better. I was not as scared; i did not have as many dreams. That is until i got a letter in the mail four months later saying that a trial was being held, and i was welcome to come sit in and watch.
As i read this, all that emotion from that day come rushing back. I could not go to his trial and face him. He hurt me. I told my dad that i could not go. My dad said he would go for me. My dad come home from his and said he got charged wit six counts of sexual harassment, and was sentenced as an adult and has to serve two years in prison without parole. When i heard my dad say that, it felt like this bunch of rocks had been lifted off my shoulders. I could sleep safe now; he will not be able to hurt me anymore. That is until the day he gets out. Endering sexual harassment will deinfe me for years to come.