I just watched the documentary, and for most of it I had tears in my eyes. It brought back many painful memories of my childhood. I can't remember a time in school when I wasn't bullied. It started as early as the 1st grade. And it even happened with two of my teachers who were prejudiced against me. I was the tall, overweight girl who every person who wanted to be thought of as tough wanted to fight, or the one they mercilessly teased by calling me every fat insult they could think of. Plus, I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness, and being the only kid who didn't celebrate birthdays or holidays made me even more of an outcast in their eyes. I was kicked, tripped, pushed into the bus dashboard, had rocks thrown at my head, had food thrown at me, had kids spit on my food. They would slam the locker door against my head, so I stopped using it and would carry all of my books around with me. I had gum thrown in my hair, tape off the bus seats thrown at me, a door slammed on me which bruised a rib. From the moment I got on the bus until I got off lots of kids would just constantly insult me. They would make Moo sounds every time I walked down the hall, and when they couldn't talk in class, they'd throw paper at me with insults written on them. Any time I'd have enough and would try to stand up for myself, I was the one who got in trouble. All of the kids would claim I started it....I attempted suicide in 6th grade. I'd had enough, and was going to take an entire bottle of pain medicine, when my Mom walked in and caught me. I begged her to not leave me in that school, and she home schooled me after that. I honestly don't know what I would have done if I'd had to continue to put up with that every year. I am a strong person, but people can only deal with so much before they reach a breaking point. It breaks my heart seeing these kids go through this because I feel their pain, I know exactly how alone and isolated and helpless they feel. And I want to help in anyway I can so this can stop.