For being from London, and having a different accent. Tore me apart, made me awkward around people, and I can't take a compliment because I constantly think I am being patronised, and that people only pretend to like me because they are nice people. I was also (and still are, but less so) unfit, and had no interest in football. It wasn't even a small thing, the bullying, the entire class didn't like me. Then again, I was a snivelling rat of a boy, and a least it made me decide what I wanted to do with my life. Be good to people.
With my last name as Wensley, I was ripe picking for cheese-related humour that wasn't funny.
High school was better, as I was moved to some of the better classes, being relatively smart. I thne bullied a couple people. Not myself, but encouraging the guy doing it because if he was hitting them he wasn't hitting me. Even the victims probably didn't think about it as buillying, but when you pick on someone for being socially awkward, then you are a bully.
Sorry Robin, Sorry Sam.
This one kid from my church still constantly calls me out on my chosen profession, IT technician. He's the elders youngest son, so he is spoiled beyond belief. He says that anyone can do what I do, and that getting a qualification in it is pointless beyond GCSE. He ignores my questions as to whether he knows how to install a server. he says you put the disk that says Hardware in the machine and click install. Not bullying per se, but I'm going to ask him to stop when I get the chance.