Vengence_of_Clay: In my junior year of high school, I began taking AP Sculpture. As you can probably imagine no one took the class seriously and saw it as a senior blowoff class. As such I was one of the only Juniors in the class and instantly a target for their cruelty.
Starting with name-calling and gentle ribbing it turned much more personal. It never got violent, but they would bump me while working on the wheel, essentially ruining anything I worked with. Then it escalated further to poking holes in the clay I purchased ($25, a lot for my 16-year-old self), leaving it dry and unusable. After an entire semester of hell, I decided to fight back.
Now, being an art class there was a sizable amount of independent work and the teacher generally left us students to our own devices. The teacher never hassled you as long as the requirement of 6 projects a quarter has been met.
You turned your projects in on the drying shelves with a handwritten proposal, and then the clay would be fired in the kiln. I watched my tormentors turn in their projects, and destroy them surreptitiously.
Over the course of the second semester, I proudly claim to have destroyed 80% of the projects turned in. With two weeks left in the school year, the teacher approaches these 6-7 seniors and holds one one-on-one conferences with them.
The seniors failed the class, did not walk at graduation, and had to attend the local “bad kids” school. They lost sports scholarships and acceptances to top-tier schools.