I think school bullying is divided into violence and cold violence, and I have been exposed to both. In junior high school, there were some high schools and vocational schools near our school, and the surrounding environment was not good. It is not uncommon to be robbed of money when going out, and beautiful girls are dragged to "make friends". It is too common for "bosses" of all sizes on campus to bully classmates and force them to pay protection fees to go to Internet cafes. There is no such "boss" in our class, so it has become the object of bullying by people from all walks of life, and everyone dares to be angry and dare not speak. Once, a small boss came to our class to flirt with me again. I couldn't help but take out an iron leg in the table and scratched it hard on his head. My legs are hollow and light, and my strength is small. I only punched a bag on his forehead. The key point is that he didn't expect me to dare to resist, and he just froze. He came to his senses and became angry from embarrassment, so he came to clean it up for me. Our classmate finally broke out and knocked him out. The next day, he brought a group of people and we beat them out.

Only then did we realize our strength.

Everyone must unite if they don't want to be bullied. At that time, I thought the student union in the university was a new term, so let's set up a student union. I was the monitor and was elected president of the student union. Our purpose at that time was to protect the students in our class from bullying. Whoever bullies us will fight back. To put it bluntly, fighting violence with violence, but who knew this at that time? There are nearly 60 people in our class, and none of them has more help than us. Gradually, no one dared to bully us.

At that time, fighting violence with violence almost became our only means, and we also played several times. I still have the scar left by the broken stubble of the bottle on my ass. We don't know how to protect ourselves. I am a girl. I've seen girls stripped naked in the toilet. A bunch of people abused her while taking photos with the newly released 300,000-pixel mobile phone. Ten yuan a day for lunch, just going to the Internet cafe was robbed. Children at that time had no self-control to do evil. From then on, I decided that I should also take care of other classes. Gradually, many bullied people in other classes joined us. Almost a year later, when I was in the second grade, I became the president of the student union of the whole school. My nickname was Miguel.

Besides, cold violence, to put it bluntly, is supercilious look and rejection. I have also experienced it. I didn't want to get involved in those things in high school, but there were some things I really couldn't avoid. Someone is chasing me, which is very sincere and good, but I already have a very loving person, and I don't want to lie to him, so I clearly told him that I am a lesbian. Somehow it leaked. There is a girl in our class who likes him very much. She is from my dormitory, so she spread it around. Later, they learned that I was "Miguel" and called me a female rascal everywhere. Usually they also sneer at me and criticize me. To top it off, she took a photo of me wearing a thong in the dormitory to show my scars, which further confirmed my reputation as a "female hooligan".

"Lesbians" and "hooligans", my environment can be imagined. Students don't want to offend them, so they don't want to contact me. I am actually isolated. I don't want any trouble. I've been very patient. Once I found my wrong math book and history notes torn to pieces, and I cried with anger. My wife found out and gave them a good lesson, but it backfired. My classmates are more afraid of me and even more unwilling to talk to me. That's almost how I got here in high school for three years.

This is also bullying. Although I didn't suffer any physical harm, everyone seems to be separated from me by a glass wall and has been left out in the cold.

When we began to resist violence, we realized our own strength. Most people don't know how much harm children's strength can do to others.

Including us at that time.

PS: I went back to junior high school to visit my teacher last year, because it was green. When I entered the school gate, I was checked by the students on duty in the student union and asked why I didn't wear a school uniform. I won't graduate from college for half a year-_-# until someone recognizes me as an excellent graduate on the bulletin board in the school corridor. I'm really glad to see that the system we established at the beginning is still in operation. At the invitation of my brothers and sisters, I spoke to them. I told them to protect themselves with their own strength, but if you can't control your own strength, you are no different from the perpetrator. Don't turn yourself into the most annoying person because of anger and hatred.