I wasn't bullied until I started 2nd class. I did Junior & senior infants and first class in one school and then went to another school from 2nd class. Because I was an outsider, everyone bullied me every single day.
I had 1 friend in the class and that was only because our mothers worked together. He very quickly turned against me. It was constant every day, calling me queer, gay (I'm not) etc.
I tried so hard to fit in all the way up to 6th class. There was even one teacher, a "christian" brother who used bully me in front of his class. Because of this, they all thought it was ok to do it too. I took after-school french lessons with other classmates. The teacher wasn't part of that school. It continued in that class too. I sat on my own and had abuse fired at me from across the room. I just got up and left in the middle of it one evening only to have the teacher come after me and give out to me.
When I went to secondary school things got a bit better but went downhill again half way through first year. I was sick to the teeth of it and sick of trying to fit in so I decided to go the opposite way to everyone else. When I was in 3rd year I started wearing clothes that went with the music I was into - black jeans, hoodies, t-shirts and New Rocks, not a goth but a metaller. I did get a lot of abuse for this too, fair enough I kind of brought it on myself. One day I just had enough of it and while I don't like fighting or "acting hard", I let loose on the ring-leader of the group. Once I started punching him, I couldn't stop until his mates dragged me off him. With that, heart racing, I walked away and went home, stopping at the shopping centre to wash the blood off my hands.
That was on a Friday evening and on the monday morning he came up to me on his own and gave me the best apology I ever got in my life. It stopped right there and I haven't had anything of the sort happen since.
It did change me in a big way whereby I now know that I do my own thing and do not try to "fit in" no matter what.
Sadly, when I was in 6th year, a new student joined our class. He was odd and quiet and an easy target. He moved schools due to bullying and yes, I joined in in making his life a misery.
Then one day, a number of us were taken out of class and brought into a classroom on our own with 3 teachers. These teachers explained to us that this guy's parents contacted the school and told them what was going on. It was explained to us that it had to stop right there and then.
We were then allowed go back to class. After a while I had to leave in the middle of the class, go back to that classroom as I knew it was empty and I just completely broke down in tears because I knew exactly what I and others had put that chap through. I was there only a few minutes when one of the teachers whom was talking to us came in. I passed him in the corridor and he saw that something was wrong with me. He had waited outside the door after I went in to see what was going on.
I felt like such an idiot but he explained to me that it was alright to let it out as he knew my parents and he also knew about what happened me in the past.
To make things worse, we weren't allowed tell anyone about what was said to us nor were we allowed say it to that guy or even apologise to him as it wasn't to be made known to him that his parents contacted the school.
From that day on, no one said a word to him and I hope his life has gotten a lot better since then.
Sorry for the huge post and thanks for reading it