It's crap. I know, I was on the receiving end of that sort of nonsense for years. As a matter of fact, I ran home from school almost every single day for four years. Worse yet, the idiots who delighted in torturing me lived in my neighborhood. There was never any rest.

As far as telling a teacher, well, you do what you gotta do. I never did because I always felt that 1) they would do nothing or 2) if they did, the retaliation would be five times worse. Also, it just seemed like ratting on someone was worse than taking a beating.

I will say this though; I did get my revenge on each and every one of them over time. I still see them on occasion and it thrills me to no end to see them. They are all obscenely fat, dim-witted mouth breathers who peaked, truly peaked, in high school. I just laugh now. Sure, it was horrible then but now, it's perfect. Karma - from Carson Dailey's lips to my morphine laced ears....

But the only real weapon that I ever found (towards the end of high school) was a smile and a slow walk. No one likes to mess with someone who isn't affected by it. That can be a tough thing to master but it's a skill that will serve you well through your life.