When I was in high school, I had a group of kids on my bus who would pick on me at the end of the day on our daily ride home. I dreaded having to ride our bus, and would find any reason possible to be able to stay after school hours to take the later bus home. Two very clear memories stand out in my mind. I remember once having C Batteries thrown at me, and hitting me in the back of the head. I was beyond upset, not to mention the fact that it hurt! I had a massive bump on the back of my head from that. Although the bus driver saw the incident, he was friendly with the girls who had thrown the batteries at me, and he did nothing about the incident. The second memory I have was from one morning when I had gotten onto the bus. I had been crying and my makeup and spread a little under my eyes. The girls began to call me a "raccoon," a nickname that stuck throughout the rest of my high school experience.  What they didn't know is that I had been crying because I was living with a very emotionally abusive parent. They had no idea what I was already going through behind the scenes, being bullied from someone I was supposed to trust, and then having to put up with their bullying each day. Now, I've grown to be a teacher, and I have made it my goal to stop any signs of bullying that I see in my classroom, or in my school setting. I will not stand by and allow this to happen to anyone else under my supervision and my care.