The kids in my middle and elementary schools were not accepting of anyone who was different. I was bullied numerous times a day. I was called names, sent spiteful letters, and hit a few times. Small ob
jects were thrown at me. Some students ran or stole things from me. I'm in college now, and people are more accepting. Still, although I rarely dwell on it, I can never forget what happened to me. Still, it is nice to know that, according to some statistics, about a quarter of them are going to jail.