Bullying has come a very, very long way since my middle school days.
At that time, it consisted mainly of prank calls, hallway teasing and on one occasion a particularly clever stunt during PE in which one of the boys in my class put a frog in my pocket without me knowing. The ensuing shriek, I have no doubt, was quality entertainment for him.
The prank calls at home were particularly cruel. The “surprise gifts” in my backpack were quite annoying.
The hallway gossip was brutal. And this was just seventh grade.