Sacred Haven of Debauchery

He was messy, weak, and loved to show off his extensive knowledge to those around him. Not in an arrogant way – he didn't look down on people, but if he knew something or thought he knew something, he always wanted to demonstrate it. Only much later did I realize that this could also be annoying.

The same applies to the shield. Only, no one hit me, and I practically didn't try to prove anything to anyone, although there were cases, but mostly I just wasn't liked by anyone. Although I had friends among the same kind of people, only even more silent than me. It's good to be a girl.
But in general, it's hard to say whether it was my fault or not; our class was just awful. There were no examples of strong, genuine friendship; most people switched between groups several times a year. If they decided to bully someone, instead of beating them, they came up with stupid and unpleasant rumors (I was once considered a lesbian who put cotton wool in her bra. The issue with my breasts was resolved when I wore a relatively revealing neckline a couple of times. And after school, there were a couple of funny incidents related to my orientation, which could have led to anything being fabricated. But some others were bullied terribly; they came up with something truly shameful and harassed them so much that people had to change schools). By the way, the boys in our class weren't bullied either.
Life changed in university, and I realized that it wasn't really about me.