I'm Muslim so of course I was bullied, in middle and high school. Almost everyday I'd find offensive posters on my locker and there was even this huge banner that this rich kid had gone out of his way to make (still to this day shocks me) that read "Go home towel head" with a cartoon picture of a middle eastern guy on a donkey pulling a wagon of bombs and he put my face on it in the hall where my locker in Sophomore year was and people wrote all over it to add to it and then hung more stuff next to it when they ran out of space; the damn thing didn't get removed till Christmas. I endured a lot of harsh things in grade school and I always remained patient despite getting hounded, beat up, rocks thrown at me, shoved around, verbally and physically assaulted, pushed down the stairs, my stuff got thrown, etc (to name a few things). I've always been to peaceful to act violently even if I did get pushed to my limits because after all, if I raise my voice I'm a terrorist, if I disagree with an American I'm a terrorist, if I push back I'm a terrorist, if I complained or reported them I'm still a terrorist; couldn't do anything without one of those douchebags going to somebody with authority and making me look like the bad guy, especially when someone would sneak something of explosive nature among my things. Needless to say I used to have hate for Americans when I first came here for middle school. They eventually learned they couldn't break me so eventually they gave up because of my amazing patience, so glad I'm done with grade school. Although outsmarting people was fun and satisfying.