I wasn't bullied for too long though, we moved a lot when I was in school and I learned early to fight back against the first kid who picked a fight with me, didn't matter if I got an ass whoopin or gave it, if they know that you'll fight back then they leave you alone.
It's rarely the head guy who picks the fight with you, because if you kick his ass then he loses his kingdom, as it were. He sends one of his lieutenants to find out if you'll fight back or fold. It's actually a life lesson, the same hierarchy prevails in many different social and professional circuits, just different circumstances. We've had a small sampling of it in here. If you stand up to bullies, or better yet ignore them (bullies hate being ignored).
An interesting story about AA year chips, my Uncle who had gotten 14 chips (I have no idea how he did it because my Aunt is a goony, goo goo bitch), so one day my Uncle says to me out of the blue, "I never once cared about those damn chips, every year when I'd get one I'd throw them into a junk drawer, they were never important to me until I had to give them back, then they mattered. That must have been 10 years or more ago, so he has a bunch more by now.
Not me though, I'm not a quiter, I respect those who do, but I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk, I don't go to those meetings.
You have learned a life lesson which I have yet to, you've learned to forgive.