“When I first met you I thought you were gay,” said yet another friend.
“When I first met you I thought you were a judgemental bitch, looks like we were both right,” I so desperately wanted to say, but that would mean outing myself. Unable to use my hilarious and witty response, I was forced to say, “Uh thanks?”
“Well I don 't think you are now,” she said, making sure to emphasizing now, “and I used to think you were hot until we got to know each other.”
“Thought as in past tense? Why does my stunning personality outshine my award winning smile?”
“Oh you know, you 're just you.”
The bell rang and she scuttled to her next class. I saw no indication that she was embarrassed at her complete lack of social skills, but one can hope. The second …show more content…
Matt*, a small kid with anger issues who sat behind me in math, would yank on my lanyard, crusty with dried soda, holding the small plastic anti choke connector firmly in his tiny hands. He’d push his legs against my chair use to gain enough leverage to be able to give me a full and proper near death experience. While he had me struggling for air he would say “Are you gay little faggot?” I am not entirely sure how he expected me to confess my overwhelming preference for men when I was struggling for air. Maybe he expected me to slap it out on my desk in morse code “.. / .-.. .. -.- . / .. - / .. -. / - .... . / -... ..- - - --..-- / -. --- .-- / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / ... - --- .--. / .. / .- -- / -.. -.-- .. -. --. .-.-.-”** My math teacher despised me for being a student with undiagnosed ADHD*** and because of this hatred she chose to ignore this obvious abuse. She would look at me struggling while Matt would choke me and just go on teaching. On many occasions she would tell me to quiet down. Once she had the nerve to send me out of class for being a distraction those around me, maybe I was wheezing too loud for her liking or maybe it that those around me were laughing too …show more content…
They say that bullying is the best character builder. If a school activity ever required my classmates to write out their first impressions, I could predict every single response, and they would be “I thought you were funny/mean/gay.” But as it seems my peers do not need any sort of activity to share their thoughts of
“When I first met you I thought you were a judgemental bitch, looks like we were both right,” I so desperately wanted to say, but that would mean outing myself. Unable to use my hilarious and witty response, I was forced to say, “Uh thanks?”
“Well I don 't think you are now,” she said, making sure to emphasizing now, “and I used to think you were hot until we got to know each other.”
“Thought as in past tense? Why does my stunning personality outshine my award winning smile?”
“Oh you know, you 're just you.”
The bell rang and she scuttled to her next class. I saw no indication that she was embarrassed at her complete lack of social skills, but one can hope. The second …show more content…
Matt*, a small kid with anger issues who sat behind me in math, would yank on my lanyard, crusty with dried soda, holding the small plastic anti choke connector firmly in his tiny hands. He’d push his legs against my chair use to gain enough leverage to be able to give me a full and proper near death experience. While he had me struggling for air he would say “Are you gay little faggot?” I am not entirely sure how he expected me to confess my overwhelming preference for men when I was struggling for air. Maybe he expected me to slap it out on my desk in morse code “.. / .-.. .. -.- . / .. - / .. -. / - .... . / -... ..- - - --..-- / -. --- .-- / .--. .-.. . .- ... . / ... - --- .--. / .. / .- -- / -.. -.-- .. -. --. .-.-.-”** My math teacher despised me for being a student with undiagnosed ADHD*** and because of this hatred she chose to ignore this obvious abuse. She would look at me struggling while Matt would choke me and just go on teaching. On many occasions she would tell me to quiet down. Once she had the nerve to send me out of class for being a distraction those around me, maybe I was wheezing too loud for her liking or maybe it that those around me were laughing too …show more content…
They say that bullying is the best character builder. If a school activity ever required my classmates to write out their first impressions, I could predict every single response, and they would be “I thought you were funny/mean/gay.” But as it seems my peers do not need any sort of activity to share their thoughts of