Well, I used to go to a Christian school (and you'd think that'd mean people were all friendly). There was never any physical violence at my school and no one ever brought weapons. That said, the shear amount of hatred and verbal abuse that some people felt towards me just because I sat in the back and was shy nearly led to me commit suicide. They just made fun of me openly, in the middle of a lecture I might add, and the teachers didn't do a damn thing. Hell, some of the teachers joined in on the "fun". It's not like I did poorly in school, I got A's and B's all through school, there was no reason that they should allow such abuse, especially considering my parents were paying for this "safe" environment.
Looking back on some of those high school days, I still tear up just thinking about it. They assumed just because I didn't talk, that meant I was some kind of angry loner who was going to show up one day with a gun. No, I would never do that, believe it or not I am a Christian, and I would never want to harm another living soul, no matter how horrible they were to me. I would sooner pull a gun on myself. I played video games to vent my frustration and was a little overweight, so guess what they made fun of me for?
A year later, I started to gain friendships, but those jerks left an emotional scar, a stressful burden on me that will never repair. I look back on the year 2007 with disgust and hatred.
