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Well in 7th and 8th grade my nickname was poontang because everybody said that I was such a pussy. And then my freshman year of high school there was the whole mass email to a lot of people in my class from an old friend of mine using my email account announcing my “coming out of the closet”. Can I have a cookie now?
Dude, I seriously have the best story ever, but it would take forever to type. I’m gonna call and tell you sometime tomorrow so that you’ll bake me some friggin’ cookies.
OMG! I had a totally similar experiance to you, except I was in 6th grade. And after spending days mulling this over, I decided he did like me too. So I convinced my mom to take me shopping for a new outfit to approach this boy (Daren Kampouse) in and be made into a cool girl aka his girlfriend. So I spent hard earned baby sitting money on jeans from k-mart, before k-mart had cool clothes. Hello “mom” cut chic jeans. Not CHIC. Anyway, it turned out he was in on it too and said “Haha” and “Fooled You” and other mean things with about 3/4 of the class laughing because they knew it was coming.
Okay, looking for something original? How about the time a cool* girl invited me to her house (finally!) and we were playing in the hay mow. I wasn’t raised on a farm, so I was pretty unaware of the dangers of hay mows and fell into a deep hole and couldn’t get out. I was crying and hyperventallating by the time her brothers friend (who I was crushing on), came to pull me out. So I was mocked unmercilessy for being a baby, not being raised on a farm and yelled stupid things about hay, hay mows, etc.
Or on a SCHOOL HAY RIDE, the cool* kids totally attacked us “loser” kids and stuffed high into our clothes and threw water balloons at us. I had a major allergic reaction to all the hay and the water balloons plus the chilly air gave me some weird neck problems. All this while the teachers weren’t paying attention.
OH GEEZE, I could go on for days, but I’m so relieved that you won’t be one of those teachers who are intimidated by the cool* kids!
*Since when did “cool” become synonymous with uppity bitch kids?
1. I don’t remember all of the details of this, but in 6th grade, my best guy friend told me that someone liked his best friend Jerry. For some reason he convinced me to talk to Jerry after 5th period science to tell him I knew someone liked him. Later in the day, my friend told me to go to the buses after school to see who it was who liked Jerry. I went and Jerry was on the bus smiling like crazy out the window, and I was standing there looking like an idiot. Soon I found out that it was Jerry who liked me, and my friend totally set me up by telling his friend that I would talk to him and meet him at the buses if I liked him! Not that great of a story, but I couldn’t believe my friend did that to me.
2. In 7th grade, my Odyssey of the Mind team was all going to get shirts made at Varsity with “Newton” on the front and our team nickname on the back. The day before it was decided we would get green shirts with white letters. I couldn’t go with the team right after school, but on my way over to Varsity, I met the other girls coming back from Varsity and double-checked the colors with them. I had my shirt made and went back to the school for practice, only to find out that the guys got green shirts with white letters, but the girls got purple shirts with green letters. There I was with the guys’ colors! Pretty sure I cried about that.
3. I have done some mean things to people as well, so I don’t really deserve cookies. But I do deeply regret the one thing I really remember. And the person I was mean to was one of my best friends in high school and after.
There I was, on the wooden play set entertaining myself. I had friends at this time, but none of them like the books I was reading (the When the Tripods Came series) and therefore no one wanted to act out sections of the story on the play set with me. They were all off playing X-Men, but still within earshot. So, after about 15 minutes of grabbing onto the railing above the slide and pretending like my tripod was being attacked by another, less friendly tripod, I decided to take up my usual moniker of “Beast” and go play X-Men. As I was dismounting from the wooden deathtrap with a courageous under swing off of the bridge section, I landed on a skinny girl in my class named Alissa.
Now, as Sarah as already mentioned, I was not a small child. So when I landed on Alissa’s back–to this day I don’t know why she was belly-crawling under the bridge–I’m pretty sure I heard a rib or two crack. The air was also knocked out of Alissa’s little lungs, and when she did manage to suck some back in, she began wailing piteously, which drew the attention of all the teachers out at recess and nearly half the school. As two teachers carried Alissa to the office, another began railing me with questions as to why I was being so careless and I was given a detention.
Later, the popular kids in school began referring to me as “The Fat Kid Who Broke Alissa’s Back.” I should note that Alissa’s back was, in fact, NOT broken and that she returned to recess only minutes after being in the office. Anyway, the previously mentioned title gradually shortened to “Fat Back Breaker” and eventually just “Fat Back,” which was easier to shout at me while I walked by or from out of the window of a moving bus. The whole incident could not have lasted more than a week or so, but it was still deeply scarring.
I would take some cookies, but I think I’ll just go to the gym instead.
I think that cool has always been synonymous with bitches and assholes.
And Ben, who needs to go to the gym when there are cookies on the line? At least accept the offer. Best case scenario I eat them and Sarah still gets to make some.
As a side note I would also like for it to be known that I have been a good friend to those who were picked on for being fat, weird, etc. while still balancing the cool and uncool line. I believe Alexis will vouch for me.
Me too Billy!! We had a special needs kid in our class. He joined us for about 50% of our classes and was in special ed the other 50% of the time. Since I was (am) brilliant, I was one of his “tutors”/helpers. But really we grew into friends. This kid was so funny and creative! He was tutoring me in art! So it became his hiliarious rumor that Jason and I were a couple. And we weren’t. EVER. We were friends, thats it!
But then years later (this started in 1st grade), after Jason transferred to a neighboring highschool, I ran into him working at the grocery store. He asked me out a date! I had a boyfriend at the time, so I declined, but ever since he always asks me out. Even though I am now married. Guess I made a good impression way make in elementary school!
August 24th, 2008 at 6:19 am
Question: does this only apply to experiences through a certain grade or what?
August 24th, 2008 at 6:26 am
any grade you want.
August 24th, 2008 at 9:51 am
Well in 7th and 8th grade my nickname was poontang because everybody said that I was such a pussy. And then my freshman year of high school there was the whole mass email to a lot of people in my class from an old friend of mine using my email account announcing my “coming out of the closet”. Can I have a cookie now?
August 24th, 2008 at 11:40 pm
Billy deserves a cookie.
August 25th, 2008 at 12:18 am
Billy totally deserves a cookie!
August 27th, 2008 at 2:41 am
I did try to do my part in High School. Tristan and I told everybody (including girls we didn’t know) that Billy had a 14in wang. I think it stuck.
August 28th, 2008 at 8:40 am
Dude, I seriously have the best story ever, but it would take forever to type. I’m gonna call and tell you sometime tomorrow so that you’ll bake me some friggin’ cookies.
August 28th, 2008 at 8:00 pm
Yea Mark and Tristan definitely did do their part and what they said stuck fairly well.
August 29th, 2008 at 2:24 am
OMG! I had a totally similar experiance to you, except I was in 6th grade. And after spending days mulling this over, I decided he did like me too. So I convinced my mom to take me shopping for a new outfit to approach this boy (Daren Kampouse) in and be made into a cool girl aka his girlfriend. So I spent hard earned baby sitting money on jeans from k-mart, before k-mart had cool clothes. Hello “mom” cut chic jeans. Not CHIC. Anyway, it turned out he was in on it too and said “Haha” and “Fooled You” and other mean things with about 3/4 of the class laughing because they knew it was coming.
Okay, looking for something original? How about the time a cool* girl invited me to her house (finally!) and we were playing in the hay mow. I wasn’t raised on a farm, so I was pretty unaware of the dangers of hay mows and fell into a deep hole and couldn’t get out. I was crying and hyperventallating by the time her brothers friend (who I was crushing on), came to pull me out. So I was mocked unmercilessy for being a baby, not being raised on a farm and yelled stupid things about hay, hay mows, etc.
Or on a SCHOOL HAY RIDE, the cool* kids totally attacked us “loser” kids and stuffed high into our clothes and threw water balloons at us. I had a major allergic reaction to all the hay and the water balloons plus the chilly air gave me some weird neck problems. All this while the teachers weren’t paying attention.
OH GEEZE, I could go on for days, but I’m so relieved that you won’t be one of those teachers who are intimidated by the cool* kids!
*Since when did “cool” become synonymous with uppity bitch kids?
August 29th, 2008 at 9:08 pm
1. I don’t remember all of the details of this, but in 6th grade, my best guy friend told me that someone liked his best friend Jerry. For some reason he convinced me to talk to Jerry after 5th period science to tell him I knew someone liked him. Later in the day, my friend told me to go to the buses after school to see who it was who liked Jerry. I went and Jerry was on the bus smiling like crazy out the window, and I was standing there looking like an idiot. Soon I found out that it was Jerry who liked me, and my friend totally set me up by telling his friend that I would talk to him and meet him at the buses if I liked him! Not that great of a story, but I couldn’t believe my friend did that to me.
2. In 7th grade, my Odyssey of the Mind team was all going to get shirts made at Varsity with “Newton” on the front and our team nickname on the back. The day before it was decided we would get green shirts with white letters. I couldn’t go with the team right after school, but on my way over to Varsity, I met the other girls coming back from Varsity and double-checked the colors with them. I had my shirt made and went back to the school for practice, only to find out that the guys got green shirts with white letters, but the girls got purple shirts with green letters. There I was with the guys’ colors! Pretty sure I cried about that.
3. I have done some mean things to people as well, so I don’t really deserve cookies. But I do deeply regret the one thing I really remember. And the person I was mean to was one of my best friends in high school and after.
August 29th, 2008 at 11:44 pm
Well Sarah, here it comes: A Former Fattie Story.
There I was, on the wooden play set entertaining myself. I had friends at this time, but none of them like the books I was reading (the When the Tripods Came series) and therefore no one wanted to act out sections of the story on the play set with me. They were all off playing X-Men, but still within earshot. So, after about 15 minutes of grabbing onto the railing above the slide and pretending like my tripod was being attacked by another, less friendly tripod, I decided to take up my usual moniker of “Beast” and go play X-Men. As I was dismounting from the wooden deathtrap with a courageous under swing off of the bridge section, I landed on a skinny girl in my class named Alissa.
Now, as Sarah as already mentioned, I was not a small child. So when I landed on Alissa’s back–to this day I don’t know why she was belly-crawling under the bridge–I’m pretty sure I heard a rib or two crack. The air was also knocked out of Alissa’s little lungs, and when she did manage to suck some back in, she began wailing piteously, which drew the attention of all the teachers out at recess and nearly half the school. As two teachers carried Alissa to the office, another began railing me with questions as to why I was being so careless and I was given a detention.
Later, the popular kids in school began referring to me as “The Fat Kid Who Broke Alissa’s Back.” I should note that Alissa’s back was, in fact, NOT broken and that she returned to recess only minutes after being in the office. Anyway, the previously mentioned title gradually shortened to “Fat Back Breaker” and eventually just “Fat Back,” which was easier to shout at me while I walked by or from out of the window of a moving bus. The whole incident could not have lasted more than a week or so, but it was still deeply scarring.
I would take some cookies, but I think I’ll just go to the gym instead.
August 30th, 2008 at 12:22 am
I think that cool has always been synonymous with bitches and assholes.
And Ben, who needs to go to the gym when there are cookies on the line? At least accept the offer. Best case scenario I eat them and Sarah still gets to make some.
August 30th, 2008 at 12:25 am
As a side note I would also like for it to be known that I have been a good friend to those who were picked on for being fat, weird, etc. while still balancing the cool and uncool line. I believe Alexis will vouch for me.
August 30th, 2008 at 2:24 am
Me too Billy!! We had a special needs kid in our class. He joined us for about 50% of our classes and was in special ed the other 50% of the time. Since I was (am) brilliant, I was one of his “tutors”/helpers. But really we grew into friends. This kid was so funny and creative! He was tutoring me in art! So it became his hiliarious rumor that Jason and I were a couple. And we weren’t. EVER. We were friends, thats it!
But then years later (this started in 1st grade), after Jason transferred to a neighboring highschool, I ran into him working at the grocery store. He asked me out a date! I had a boyfriend at the time, so I declined, but ever since he always asks me out. Even though I am now married. Guess I made a good impression way make in elementary school!