I was no stranger to bullying. In fact, back in my first year of college, most people thought because I was the student that didn’t really like speaking up in the classroom that I would be the easiest to boss around.
They were wrong.
I didn’t speak up in class because I didn’t feel the need to waste my energy. I liked to keep quiet and absorb all the lessons on my own. Nobody knew that when I was younger, my dad taught me self-defense, so the day someone tried to lay a hand on me, I fought back.
Let’s just say he was still reaping what he sowed, also known as not being able to reproduce, for trying to pull my hair as if we were in grade school.
Unfortunately though, that was the past. I was no longer in college, and the people that were taking advantage of my situation were not jus
