I honestly couldn't think of one day or one school out of the many I attended growing up where I was happy. Every day for me was the same thing, people hitting me, kicking me, throwing things at me, calling me " geek, nerd, spaz, freak, loser and other things. I was shoved in trash cans and once shoved in the road while waiting for the bus. So many times my friends would turn on me just because they were afraid of getting bullied too.  I never had anyone to turn to for help, the teachers and other adults in the school did then just like they do now and looked the other way until the bullied finally strikes back, then I got punished for hitting. ( that still happens today ) My family was never any help, my father told me that I was obviously doing something to make the other kids mad so I needed to stop. I decided one day I wasn't going to let others determine how I feel or what I like or anything about me and I sure as hell wasn't going to be a victim any more.