Don’t Call Me That!

My Name is Michael

No one wants to be treated with hostility and aggression, especially a child perceived as “different” because of skin color, eye shape, height, weight, or lack of learning ability. This behavior is addressed where it begins – in elementary school, where “fun” for one may be viewed as rejection by another.

Don’t Call Me That!: My Name is Michael brings awareness to positive vs. negative behavior and aids students in developing inclusive relationships and social skills that will serve them for a lifetime. Young children must be taught the difference between “having fun” and often unintended “bullying behavior,” and the victims must know that their fears are real and that reporting their fears is not “tattling.”

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“If you have rights…you have responsibilities.”

MaryAnn Butterfield Awarded Prestigious Bill of Responsibilities Award

Jan 6, 2022

For immediate release:
Author, MaryAnn Milton Butterfield, has been selected to receive the Bill of Responsibilities Award for her recently published book.

The Bill of Responsibilities Award acknowledges people, products, programs and ideas that inspire us to take responsibility for creating a better world for ourselves,our families, our communities and our planet. Awards are given out on a case-by-case basis, and we are proud to turn visitors to this site on to this fine book.

Ms. Butterfield handles the very important subject of bullying in a creative, insightful, and entertaining manner. In addition to the compelling story, the book includes an Anti-Bullying Code of Conduct and a list of questions to help children and parents identify what is – and what is not – bullying. Whether interested in this subject as a child, a parent, a teacher or school administrator, this book provides valuable tools that can be used immediately to bring bullying out in the open where it can be stopped.

“An Anti-Bullying Program must engage the students and parents, in addition to teachers and administrators,” Ms. Butterfield points out. “Five-year-olds are expected to begin learning immediately in kindergarten, and today’s time constraints limit the emphasis teachers can put on much needed social skills. Without these basic tools, many children do not know how to deal with normal childhood aggression and may respond inappropriately, or they may become victims of bullying.”

In addition to her book, Ms. Butterfield provides FREE pdf downloadable material for schools and organizations to create their own Anti-Bullying Program at: www.butterfieldstories.com.
Born and raised in Greenfield, Massachusetts, Ms. Butterfield currently resides with her husband in Fredericksburg, Virginia, where she penned, Don’t Call Me That!

EXCERPT

Scared…
The next morning, Michael wasn’t in any hurry to see Chuck or the other big kids at the bus stop. He hung out in the garage until Jason showed up, and then dashed out.
As always, the big kids pushed to get on the bus first and took seats in the rear. Mrs. Murphy’s deep laugh filled the bus. “Good mornin’ lads.”
“Let’s sit up front, Jason,” Michael said, tugging on Jason’s sleeve. “And, let’s always be the last ones off, okay?” Michael felt better sitting near Mrs. Murphy. She was a lot of fun, but she made everyone obey the rules, too.
“Sure.”
When the bus was empty, Jason yelled, “Come on!” He rushed into the aisle and down the first three steps ahead of Michael and stopped. They jumped the last step together. Mrs. Murphy cranked the door closed and pulled away.
A familiar voice startled Michael. “Hey Chung King, ya trying to hide from me?”
“Go away and stop calling me that!” Michael hollered.
Chuck was holding his sides, doubled over laughing. “Man, you jumped three feet in the air. Three feet! You shoulda seen yourself.”
“Leave him alone,” Jason yelled. “You’re not funny.”
“Ha ha ha.”
“Michael, why does he always say Chung King? What’s that mean anyway,” asked Jason.
“He thinks I’m Chinese, but I’m not. I’m Korean!” Michael scowled at Chuck and pulled Jason’s arm to hurry him along.
“Aw, he’s just a jerk. Anyway, what’s the difference between being Korean or Chinese?” asked Jason.

Scared…
The next morning, Michael wasn’t in any hurry to see Chuck or the other big kids at the bus stop. He hung out in the garage until Jason showed up, and then dashed out.
As always, the big kids pushed to get on the bus first and took seats in the rear. Mrs. Murphy’s deep laugh filled the bus. “Good mornin’ lads.”
“Let’s sit up front, Jason,” Michael said, tugging on Jason’s sleeve. “And, let’s always be the last ones off, okay?” Michael felt better sitting near Mrs. Murphy. She was a lot of fun, but she made everyone obey the rules, too.
“Sure.”
When the bus was empty, Jason yelled, “Come on!” He rushed into the aisle and down the first three steps ahead of Michael and stopped. They jumped the last step together. Mrs. Murphy cranked the door closed and pulled away.
A familiar voice startled Michael. “Hey Chung King, ya trying to hide from me?”
“Go away and stop calling me that!” Michael hollered.
Chuck was holding his sides, doubled over laughing. “Man, you jumped three feet in the air. Three feet! You shoulda seen yourself.”
“Leave him alone,” Jason yelled. “You’re not funny.”
“Ha ha ha.”
“Michael, why does he always say Chung King? What’s that mean anyway,” asked Jason.
“He thinks I’m Chinese, but I’m not. I’m Korean!” Michael scowled at Chuck and pulled Jason’s arm to hurry him along.
“Aw, he’s just a jerk. Anyway, what’s the difference between being Korean or Chinese?” asked Jason.

Scared…
The next morning, Michael wasn’t in any hurry to see Chuck or the other big kids at the bus stop. He hung out in the garage until Jason showed up, and then dashed out.
As always, the big kids pushed to get on the bus first and took seats in the rear. Mrs. Murphy’s deep laugh filled the bus. “Good mornin’ lads.”
“Let’s sit up front, Jason,” Michael said, tugging on Jason’s sleeve. “And, let’s always be the last ones off, okay?” Michael felt better sitting near Mrs. Murphy. She was a lot of fun, but she made everyone obey the rules, too.
“Sure.”
When the bus was empty, Jason yelled, “Come on!” He rushed into the aisle and down the first three steps ahead of Michael and stopped. They jumped the last step together. Mrs. Murphy cranked the door closed and pulled away.
A familiar voice startled Michael. “Hey Chung King, ya trying to hide from me?”
“Go away and stop calling me that!” Michael hollered.
Chuck was holding his sides, doubled over laughing. “Man, you jumped three feet in the air. Three feet! You shoulda seen yourself.”
“Leave him alone,” Jason yelled. “You’re not funny.”
“Ha ha ha.”
“Michael, why does he always say Chung King? What’s that mean anyway,” asked Jason.
“He thinks I’m Chinese, but I’m not. I’m Korean!” Michael scowled at Chuck and pulled Jason’s arm to hurry him along.
“Aw, he’s just a jerk. Anyway, what’s the difference between being Korean or Chinese?” asked Jason.

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