So turns out people actually read my blog and I had used some real names on here, to protect the not-so-innocent I have decided to change the names.Â They know who they are. hahaÂ Also, this happened OMG SO MANY YEARS AGO. I am not holding grudges and as far as I know everyone in this story has grown up to be wonderful productive adults. Good Job!
So, Ben left me a comment the other day saying thisâ€¦
August 22nd, 2008 at 5:00 am
That is awesome that you are having a good time.
Things about the second grade that I think you, as a teacher, could address:
-less â€œMr. Frog and Mr. Toad.â€ They were the first Ambiguously Gay Duo.
Now, I hated school for the most part. I mean, sadly, I loved the actual learning part, I hated the people who surrounded me, I wasnâ€™t exactly cool, so I spent a large part of my adolescent years being made fun of.Â So, heres what weâ€™re going to do, youâ€™re going to post your worst school experiences due to bullies or classmates (same thing) and Iâ€™m going to choose the ones I like the most, and send those people cookies and some sort of crappy card that looks like a child made it.Â SO START TELLING ME THOSE STORIES.
Heres just one of my stories.
So, in the 4th grade, I was playing on that big yellow slide that is kind of like a cork screw and TS and DM come up to me and are all â€œOMG FTHW! AB LIKES YOU!!!!!â€ and I was like â€œyeah, whateverâ€ (I was already desensitized to these girls and their shenanigans at that age)Â but they were persistent, demanding that he had professed his undying love for me by the swingset.Â I told them if he did he would come talk to me, they were like â€œno! he wants you to come talk to him!â€ I was still young and stupid then and told them I would, desperate that this group of REALLY COOL KIDS IN THEIR COOL REEBOK T-SHIRTS AND SHORTS WITH TENNIS SHOES WOULD ACCEPT ME EVEN THOUGH I WORE JUMPERS AND NYLON TRACK SUITS EVERY DAY.Â So, I stroll up to AB, swishing along in my track suit, and said â€œI heard you like me, I guess I like you too (which I never did, by the way, but having a cool 4th grade boyfriend would rocket me into super stardom in Mrs. S’s class, BV was the only person who would ever be my partner in class and that was only because I finished all my work in like 12 seconds and was allowed to do whatever I wanted afterwards)â€Â and he was all like â€œOMG GROSS!â€ and T and D and their cronies were all pointing and laughing at me from my beloved slide.Â It was a rough day and everyone made fun of me for a solid week after that which is roughly equivalent to 20 years in 4th grade time.
Theres a plethora of other stories about people calling me fat, being called too fat to date, the nickname Stupid FTHW, people moving their desks away from mine when I was in their row, etc etc. Oh and lets not forget that for the entirety of my school career I was called â€œMikeâ€™s Sisterâ€ by everyone, including people in my own class who should have known my name.
On a side note, bullying while Iâ€™m in charge receives some pretty harsh punishments, homie donâ€™t play that.
Oh, on another side note, youâ€™re up against Ben who has some AMAZING stories about being a former fattie as well, so youâ€™ll have to bring out the big guns to beat him.
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