school was the worst time for me. Aged 11 to 14 i was the quiet weirdo reading harry potter in the library and feeling surprised when hagrid didnt come to get me on my 12th birthday because i thought i must be a wizard, would explain my weirdness! teachers were far easier to get along with for me as well, the other boys talked about big brother, i talked about the exhaust pipe baffling in my dads motorbike. They talked about page three girls, I told them the girls looked too pretty and they were all too ugly to ever get with them. At age 14 I realised I had to act differently otherwise I'd never stop being bullied, bike tyres punctured threatened with knives and bb guns on my paper round etc, so I kind of just observed how the ''hard'' kids acted, and copied them, bought a cheap ring from argos and refused to wear my uniform for two years. Teachers thought I was on drugs, ''hard'' or ''chavvy'' kids thought I was even weirder because when they asked me if I was ''hard'' I took it literally and said, no, I dont have an e''ction. They seemed to cotton on that it was an act. Oh, I also got asked by a guy '' have you seen my crew?'' meaning his little gang, and I didn't know what it meant, so I thought he was talking about a tv show. My response, '' No, I don't watch tv very much''. Age 16 I only came in for a few days a week, did some of my gcses and got the hell out of there. Got a job at mcdonalds, finally, earning money not wasting time sat in a classroom. Only one good thing came out my time at school, I found out that one of the ''hard'' kids, had been caught for burglary, dangerous driving and some other stuff, he got sent to prison for nine years. He had been one of the major bullies with the knife incidents so I suppose that counts as a little justice, if not directly. Oh yes, and not wishing this to sound too ''me'' focused, but I was undiagnosed all the way through