There's something about school that always manages to piss me off. The teachers stand at the front and say 'Bullying won't be tolerated here.' They try to teach us ways to stop bullying. They tell us to just ignore it.

When I was in primary school, there was this guy who always stood behind me in the line. He would call me names and tease me for anything he could think of: my weight, my glasses, my short hair, my ethnicity, my skills in language or maths. I remember going to the teacher about it. She looked over her reading glasses at me and told me that it must be because he liked me.

One day when we were lining up, I'd had a really bad morning. He whispered a name in my ear, and when I didn't react he pulled on one of my piggie tails.

I'd had enough. I remember turning, kicking him swiftly and seeing him double over in pain.

My teacher told me violence never solves any problems. But I tell you what-he never picked on me again.

Sorry guys, I just had too get that off my chest.