My name is Sam, and I'm a gay high school dropout. It's not because I wasn't smart, or couldn't do the work. Until about middle school, I was the kind of straight-A apple-polisher who made Lisa Simpson look like Ralph Wiggum. It was the bullying. If you're reading this article, you probably know what I'm talking about. Not a single class period went by without someone slinging anti-gay slurs at me. Not a single day went by without someone hitting me, tripping me, or pushing me into a locker.