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It’s very simple. From 6th to 9th grade, I was actively bullied, especially by one boy from a class that was later disbanded for children with some intellectual disabilities. They tormented, humiliated, and insulted me, and if I tried to do anything about it, they would beat me. In 10th grade, this boy left, and it became easier for me. There weren’t as many terrible instances of bullying as before, especially after I learned how to fight, but they still insulted and teased me a little. As a result, I have few pleasant memories of school.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?