Heartbreaking. From K-3, Blig Jr was in a small, progressive private school that was just the best place in the world. Unfortunately, through gross financial mismanagement by the administration and board, it went bankrupt and we all had to scramble around to find places for our kids. We settled on a parochial school (I know, right?) and Blig Jr was doing fine academically. Then, he stood up for a friend (a girl) who was being bullied by some tough girls and they turned on him. No matter how many times we were in the Principal's office, all we ever got was “nobody saw it, we don't have enough staff to watch everything on the playground, we don't know who started it”. Watching his self-esteem crumble daily and being powerless to stop it was truly horrible. He made it through, somehow, great kid that he is, and we did not return to that school. After homeschooling him for 5th grade, he wanted to return to a real school for 6th, so we enrolled him in what was generally regarded as the best public elementary school in Jersey City (PS 16, if you must know). Unfortunately, he ran into a problem with some junior thugs the first week. Yes, it was dumb, he told them to be quiet during an assembly, or something like that. And they responded with “snitches get stiches”. Oops. We told him that class discipline wasn't his responsibility and to just avoid them. But they didn't seem inclined to avoid him. This time, when we were in the Principal's office, we got the story of his main tormentor's sad home life (neglectful, abusive parents, a brother in prison, psychological problems) and how lucky Blig Jr was by comparison. I don't think they could grasp the limits of our compassion when we saw our kid in tears every day. Oh yeah, did I mention that both Blig Jr and I have Tourettes? He's a bit luckier in that his tics aren't as pronounced as mine and he seems to be outgrowing them, but when he was in 4-6 grades, they were a lot more noticeable. Anyway, he seemed to be getting along by a combination of avoidance and some (not much, but some) intervention by the school social worker. And after I did an in-service on Tourettes for the faculty, he said he wanted to do one for his peers. Impressive. He and I put a powerpoint together, based on the TSA standard presentation, and he was just dazzling in his stage presence and question handling. That was a little before Thanksgiving. Then, it all fell apart, the thugs started in on his tics. He did not return after Thanksgiving, and we home-schooled him for the balance of 6th and 1st half of 7th grade. The second half of 7th and all of 8th, he was in a good private school and is now doing really well in 10th grade. In fact, he was just in two school plays and seems to have a real knack for the comedic. Whenever I watch “I have Tourettes but it doesn't have me”, I can't help crying for those kids - especially the girls. I'm not sure I could even watch “Bully”.