I ran afoul of this.

Someone came up and suckerpunched the absolute fuck out of me from behind from someone who I never even interacted with, commented towards, or even thought about.

Because they used a crutch to get around due to a gimpy leg, and because I was over a foot taller, I was deemed the aggressor… and no amount of witnesses saying otherwise would convince the principle of my innocence. and because the office was so convinced of it, no one in my family believed me either, so no one fought against it. I had to complete a program for “violent” teens before I was allowed to return to school… a program that was little more than slave labor in the hottest not-summer-break months, where I got accused of being a (gay slur) because only (Gay slur)'s drink their drinks the way I did, apparently. Was a super happy fun time learning experience.

I totally don’t still carry the rage and bitterness about it to this day at all. Nope. not at all.