Well I was emotional and verbally throughout grade school. I was called names. I was often sitting by myself at the lunch table and by myself on the playground. I've had one girl hold my nose with one hand an punched it with the other. Middle school was the worst. I had a nickname "Petunia" ( the cartoon from "Porky the Pig"). I was called ugly also. I used to hate to go to school and face these people. On the other hand I would find myself trying too hard to get them to like me.

I am now "friends" with some of my tormentors. I figure we are adults now. To me the best revenge is just being happy.

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