Story from Gabriel:
I didn't do well in school, and when I was a child, my parents' divorce left me feeling neglected. I was often unfairly accused of stealing things without any evidence to support the claims. I was even forced to write a book titled "What Have You Stolen?" I endured bullying from classmates, and reporting it to the teacher only resulted in her mocking me with comments like, "Why don't they bully someone else instead of you?"What's ironic is that when a good student actually stole money, they chose not to report it to the teacher because they didn't believe she would take action. The teacher's response was typically, "Don't play with her." It was clear that a female classmate was slandering, insulting, and mocking me simply because I was bigger and didn't want to physically harm my peers. However, one day, that person physically injured my arm, and both of us were sent to the office. To my surprise, the teacher allowed the bully to leave for a physical education class, leaving me in the office with my bleeding arm, forced to stand there for the entire class. The teacher didn't even bother to look up from her work, and when she did, it was only to cast a disdainful glance. After the class, I had to tend to my wounds myself. It was only then that my homeroom teacher came over insincerely and said, "I thought about taking you to get some help."
I know how it feels. Tough.