My main problem with dealing with bullying (or teasing or being called names or other kids hiding my sheet music in the instrument room ceiling tiles where they knew I couldn't find them because I'm hardly 5'0" even) has been the conflicting advice that I have been given over the years, mainly by my own mother.
Let me preface this by saying that I'm on the high-functioning spectrum of Asperger's syndrome, and I've been told (especially in middle school) not to use that as a crutch. But then you get all these testing accommodations and disability services that your parents push for and... see where this can confuse a person?
Of course, if people hide your sheet music in ceiling tiles, you're for sure going to tell your band teacher because the rest of the baritone section is full of jerks and you're basically the only girl baritone player who's not also a twirler or a flagline member.
But it was a constant struggle, especially in high school. I knew I could go to the teacher's (or the high school counselor's) office if I had any emotional periods of stress and was near a breakdown during class. In fact, that was one of the things Mom helped push for me in school: a safe haven I could go to in order to get myself together.
But then you have the kids who will always treat you like you don't belong. You have kids calling you "Kermit" for liking the Muppets or "Sith Lord" for... looking evil and having dark curly hair. What's worse, the valedictorian of your class is even in on the act. Said valedictorian was also the son of a pretty dang influential and active math teacher in the high school. And there's the pressure from your parents to get good grades, but there's also the fact that no matter how much you try, you're not going to beat Mr. Valedictorian and Ms. Runner-Up because the popularity and schooling system seems a bit rigged. And then you start to see yourself as just a number in the system and worry that's all you'll ever become.
... I went off on a tangent again, didn't I? What's this about?
Oh right, bullying...
It got to the point where I actually preferred to stay with my mom on school trips if she was chaperoning because I didn't feel comfortable around the other kids. I was worried that they might take my stuff or tease me. Mom's basically given me two general areas of advice regarding the bullies: "Ignore them" and "Fight back". So... I did both, in varying amounts. Now, I'm usually quiet, so if I talk back to them (usually with some semi-witty remark or slight curse) they are all shocked and get the teacher. And then I'd just deny having ever said anything to them.
Yeah, my teenage years were weird, are still weird, and probably will always be weird. Just like my life.
Though I want to bring one thing up: What about bullying and teasing at home from your family members? Is it just as serious, if not more, than bullying in the public place? Because if your own family is teasing you... They might give an excuse of "Oh, we're family, we're allowed to poke fun of you and push your buttons", but it's not... Nope. It's still damaging, mentally.
I hoped I made any sense in this wall of text... *jumps off the soapbox carefully*