In elementary school, I worked hard to fit into the popular crowd. The girls I hung out with bullied a lot. I never said anything and I'm sure I took part in it sometimes too. I grew out of it pretty quickly and got new (better) friends. The part that kills me is, I don't remember specific incidents. I know that there are people walking around with those experiences hanging over there heads; with pain in their hearts that I caused or let happen. A couple of years ago my brother was severely beaten by his so-called friends. He was very strong and forgave them for what they did. It affected our family greatly and it's still something I carry around. We fought hard for justice and we saw no results from the school or the court. I am now two years away from becoming a high school teacher and I will not let bullying go ignored.