I am really angry about this. I mean, REALLY angry. I keep coming back to it with further thoughts.
When my son was being bullied, we said "F*** you" to the schools, and took it up in our own hands. We found out who his bully was. We waited at the bus stop for them to get off the bus; because it usually happened on the bus and the driver didn't do shit about it. We followed her home, (yes a her, big black girl with attitude against white kids..I'm not being racist, this was one of her bully attacks against my kid.. because he's white.), and took it up with her parents.
We found out that she didn't have parents, her mom abandoned her, and she was being raised by her grandmother. The girl was just as displaced as bobby was.
Her grandmother stepped in, and held her granddaughter accountable.
The school(s) are a joke. They're a glorified day care. They DO NOT do anything about it. Because it was on the bus, it was out of their hands. EVEN though the bus is paid for by our tax dollars, through that school district.
The advice I would have given this girl's parents, make her press charges. Make her stand up to them. Make your daughter learn self respect again. We have to teach our kids to fight back. We have to teach our kids to stand up for themselves.
The schools will NOT do this. Their "no tolerance" is just a nifty way of saying, "We're not going to deal with this." Someone HAS TO DEAL WITH IT, and not at the cost of more suicides. . . EVER.
I was bullied. I was called dyke (because I was in ROTC). I was called fat (because I was really curvy; big boobed /big butt). I was called slut, because I had boobs (I actually didn't sleep with a guy until I was about 17. Where as all my female classmates were screwing everyone.) I was called freak, and weird, and odd... because I had my own style. I didn't follow the crowd, or trends. I was called white trash, because I lived in foster homes.
I survived. Because I fought back.