I can remember an incident of bullying when I was in 6th grade like it was yesterday

[Javaman]

4. In another thread I wrote...

that I was virtually picked on every single day of my school years. From the first day of grade school to the last day in high school.

The only reason I went out for sports was so I wouldn't have to ride the bus home at the end of the day. That ride was hell on wheels. It was if it was a the Roman forum on wheels. The bus driver, in those days, didn't give a shit what happened. There was no end to the torment.

I ran track. In my school track was for the misfits. The people who couldn't make the cut on other teams. We sort of all accepted each other and tried as best as we could to watch each others backs.

It was the only peace and quiet I got during school. Well, that and art class. Running was my salvation. It was meditative for me. It was just me. No plays to run, to strategy per say, just running. It saved my sanity.

I hated school, I loved learning but hated hated school. My parents would always wonder why I didn't so better. It's hard to pay attention in class when the sociopath behind you is constantly threatening you. Or to beat the shit out of you if you don't let them cheat off of you.

I stopped using my locker. It was constantly being broken into and my stuff stolen with little notes left behind by the sociopaths who teased me and threatened me.

did I do anything about it? what could I do in a school that was run by the former football couch turned principle? Complaining back then only brought more wrath upon you. I was a skinny kid with a "handicap" that wasn't readily apparent. But once it was known, that was that. The abuse began and never ended until I got out of high school.