From 5th through 11th grade I was consistently bullied unmercifully. One time I was actually able to get two guys to stop.

I was in 8th grade. In the Physical Education locker room there were two guys assigned to the locker next to me who egged each other on to abuse me verbally and physically. After a few weeks of this I had an idea. I casually looked over the shoulder of one of them while he was unlocking his locker. (We used combination padlocks.) I got their combination and memorized it.

The next day I dressed for PE really slowly, so I was the last one in that aisle of lockers to leave. With no one around I dialed their combination on their lock, and it opened.

Now, I had no intention of actually harming their stuff, so I relocked it and respun the combination, this time with the last number off by one. Then I went out to PE.

When it was time to go in I sprinted for the locker room, and sure enough I was the first one in the aisle. As casually as possible I turned their dial one number and pulled the lock open.

When they arrived they did not even notice until after they showered. But then they started berating each other for having left the lock open.

I ignored them, while enjoying the fact that they were spending more time harassing each other than me.

I continued this for several weeks. I could only do it on days I got to our locker aisle first, but that was at least half the time. Every time they got more and more angry with each other, and over time they completely forgot to harass me.

Eventually they were completely silent, which was fine with me. At that point I stopped, and they remained completely silent (but glaring at each other) for the rest of the school year.

My only regret is that I did not have a similar opportunity to deal with my other tormentors.