When I was ten years old I sat at the front of Mrs. Vetoso’s English class and listened as a girl named Dana read aloud an essay about a boy in the room who had big ears and dandruff.

The class thought the essay was hilarious. Twenty years later, I remember exactly where I sat and how their laughter felt as is shattered through my back and down my spine. Maybe it was the big ears.

Dana read the entire essay. The class laughed at every line.

Mrs. Vetoso just sat there.

Mrs. Vetoso is who I think of when I hear the word “evil”.

She once called my dog fat.

But calling a dog fat doesn’t make you evil, it makes you a bitch.

Evil is knowing something is wrong and not doing anything about it.

Mrs. Vetoso’s watching a girl bully someone and not stopping it is what makes her evil.

This “It Get’s Better” campaign is great, BUT…

If you’re a teacher and you let a kid bully another kid, you’re evil.

Don’t tell a victim, “It get’s better.”

Make it better.