The crap that happened to me should have been illegal. I was physichaly, verbaly and emotionally abused on a constant basis. It's a wonder I'm not more fucked up than I already am. Even the teachers yelled at me because I was constantly asking questions (I remember one that really pissed off my third grade teacher was, "If a giant meteor kille all the dinosaurs, why didn't it kill everything else, too?"). Most of the teachers I had didn't do anything about it, and a couple even encouraged it.
I remember one incident in particular; these guys had been heckling me for some time when one of them walked up to me and said, "You know, I saw your sister the other day. She's hot. I wouldn't mind taking her out for a spin. Y'know, even if she doesn't like it. I could dump her in a dich afterwards."
So I turned around, grabbed him by his shirt, and told him if he ever even thought about that again, I would kill him in the most gruesome way I could think of at the time. Next hour I was called into the office, and told I was suspended for a week becasue of physical agression. I tried to tell them he thretaned to rape and kill my sister, but they didn't care. He wasn't even slapped on the wrist.
Looking back, I'm pretty sure that they wanted me to kill myself. I don't know why they would want me to do that, but I'm sure they did. Why else would they do something like that?
That's not the worst thing I can think of; that's just the thing that sticks out most in my mind, because it's when I realized I was in this by myself. It sucked, by the way.
Apologies for the downer.