I think my 8th grade bullies burned me pretty bad

in 8th grade my former ‘friend’ totally disowned me and ridiculed me in front of all my other former ‘friends’. since then i haven’t even tried to make new friends. the one friend i have now is my best friend, we’ve been friends for like 9-10 years. I’m in ‘14th’ grade.

9th grade started, and after two months of floating around, i ran into some tough guy who gave me a weird look, then from then on i just shut down and didn’t try to make friends with anyone.

its weird how i think about this to this day

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yeah, school was tough. I don’t know how it is now; but If I had to re-experience it with this sz, I would drop out.

though I remember someone in high school who was really cool. and to see that person, I probably would re-experience it all again.

In four years of high school, I had four friends. I rarely talked in any of my classes to anybody. Every now and then somebody might try to talk to me but most people ignored me which was actually fine by me. I remember one popular kid who I had in a Spanish class who used to talk to me for some reason. When I the class ended I would run into him he would always say, “Hola, Senor Nick”. It was an inside joke that lasted for two years. After I got kicked out of high school one of my first jobs was working at major department store and coincidentily this guy worked there too, so once again I was “Senor Nick”. It sounds stupid but it was actually pretty funny.

But aside from that, my favorite part of high school was cutting classes and going to the beach or over my friends house for some hash or smoking three or four bowls of fairly strong pot from my friends bong.

I love it when I can go out,

and just run into friends, or people I know.

It’s nice also to make plans.

sounds like a nice life!

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I recently had to see all my high school bullies at my cousin’s wedding. We had to ride a shuttle bus for 30 minutes together and they were all as obnoxious as I remembered. I just pretended not to recognize any of them.

lo! small world.

I remember I had a spanish teacher who was an old guy and never spoke English in the classroom. he kept calling me Guillermo, which wasn’t my name. but he was cool like most teachers. I think most of my friends were teachers rather than students, as withdrawn and sad as that sounds.

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