Back to school, the way I remember it, it wasn't bullying that bothered me that much. Either I was lucky enought to have classmates belong to a certain intellectual and social level or, more likely, my character was enough to stand not only for myself but for some others.
Standing for myself didn't automatically mean coping successfully though. So what I remember most is a constant feeling of being insecure, being exposed. Having to think about every move and every word and all the stress from it. Making choices and rarely the good ones. No wonder I tried to avoid school as much as I can.

Still, I was coping. Doesn't change the fact that I feel ambivalent about Peter-suffering-from-bullying plot. Stand up, be strong, says some part of inner me, the experienced one. Cause nobody will do it for you. But it turns to nothing when a father figure appears willing to protect.
Crave for being protected.