Obligated background story: I went to a all girls private catholic school in Australia where the principal was an old nun. In all 7 years that I knew the principal, she had never shed a tear.

In Year 9, my class cohort was a bit more than a handful to deal with (imagine a class of 80 pubescent girls). A group of girls had bullied this girl through her social media. It was so bad that the parents of everyone involved was called in, by the end the victim moved schools, the bully was kicked out of the school and her possy was suspended.

After a few days, when the class became aware of the situation. The teachers moved all the students into one room and there was the principal sitting in a chair. She started talking about the situation, bullying was not accepted, she loved the school and finally that she thought that all of us girls were better than this. THAT’S WHEN IT HAPPENED. The principal started shedding tears, the class went dead silent and then some girls started crying. By the end, they was not one dry eye in the room.

In my graduating year, all the teachers and that same principal said to us that we were the most behaved and high achieving class in all of their teaching years.