Wow, that 'Montel Williams' story is very interesting. I've had my share of bullies, too. When I was in 1st and 2nd grade, the whole class, my then best friend included, picked at me. I changed school in 3rd grade, and I didn't have to see most of them any more. Only my best friend and one other student changed school too, and although my friend and I grew apart, we get along well in the new school.

So, I didn't meet those ex-classmates of mine until I was 15 and attended a 'confimation school', and I saw that they hasn't changed. They still picked at me and it felt really bad, but I don't hate them for it. I can understand why they did it. I was the intelligent one among the average students. I think they were jealous, and afraid, too. Most people at the village were really narrow-minded, and most of them never left the village to live elsewhere, which was probably the case with the parents of my schoolmates. My parents were different, and I was different, and I think that's why I was picked at. They were children, and it's been quite easy for me to forgive them.

It's completely another thing when the tormentor is a teacher. In 5th and 6th grade I had a teacher who resembled Dolores Umbridge, and I was one of her least favourite students. Her I haven't forgiven.