The kid who works twice as hard as everyone else with half the results. The kid who wants nothing more than to get good grades and often doesn't. The gentle kid who wants friends and doesn't care how smart they are. They're in elementary school. I found out about the bully by accident the other night while we were studying for a math test.
Long division is hard.
For a kid who transposes numbers, it's brutal. I grew up in New Jersey, a place that is a tad tribal in its attitudes. When someone made fun of you there, you didn't turn the other cheek, you beat the bejabbers out of him. Or you got your bigger brother or sister to do it for you. I tore into him with feet and fists until the kid was bawling for his mother.