When I started high school, about 14, I was pushed away and ignored by a group of alternative people I hung around with for a while. When they weren't ignoring me they would say quite a lot of mean stuff, and I didn't have many friends back then. In being pushed away from that group though, I met my best friend, who asked me one lunchtime why I was sitting on my own, and from then on he stuck up for me. Even when we were 14 he was well over 6 feet, no-one was going to mess with me when he was around.

That group turned out to be a bunch of druggies anyway. Not one of them stayed in education for long.
I had some problems in my first year of uni with the people I lived with (two boys) being noisy, trashing the place every other day and being general idiots. That was sorted pretty quickly when I poisoned my own food with laxatives to find out who was stealing from me, shaving foam-ed the boy's room despite a locked door, and marched down to the accommodation office and showed them the broken glass in my feet from the bottles they'd smashed. Hell hath no fury like a woman who finds out her ice cream is stolen.
