Junior year, me and my then-boyfriend were walking home from school. There were some kids behind us, a ways back, and they decided it would be funny to throw rocks at us. More specifically him. I'm not a fighter, but if he wouldn't have told me to not to, I would have thrown punches with no regard for my own well-being. But he told me to ignore them and keep walking. To not give them the satisfaction of getting to me. We kept going at our same pace, and eventually the kids got bored with it and stopped. If we would have just ran, that wouldn't have been a victory. It would have been a retreat. If I would have fought, it wouldn't have been a victory, either, because that would have made me no better than them. The only victory is to ignore them until they quit. After a while without response, they will.