When I was in school, I frequently found myself the object of bullying. In grade school, it was blaming so that the guilty party would go unpunished. I was frequently blamed and I was too timid and shy to defend myself. As a result, I often took the blame for the rest of the class when misdeed occurred; I frequently had a place on the "naughty bench" as it was called in my school. At other times, I have been pushed off swings, called mean names, or punched because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Eventually, a seasoned teacher and principal realized what was happening and put an end to the bullying. In high school, I again found myself the object of hostility, not by many but by a few. One person threatened me to the point I would walk the long way to classes if I could avoid her. I was hit and kicked by this person only because she could. With others, it was more verbal than physical bullying. As a result, I learned ho