Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 8:29 pm
I wouldn't have minded the bullying and such had I friends or allies to deflect some of the venom. My mother actually had to call the school and get my Latin and English classes switched my first semester of High School because the English class contained an abundance of jocks/preps -- leaving me an easy target. I actually switched into a Latin class reserved for upperclassmen -- which suited me just fine. My own grade was largely poison at that point... I had maybe a dozen allies/neutrals and absolutely no friends.
I think one of my most humiliating experiences was in my General Business class. I went up to the board to answer a problem, and suddenly this pocket of jocks started coughing "dyke! dyke!" into their hands. Oh, but then there was the time that I got bullied by the fucking middle schoolers on my bus. I was sitting there just trying to read my book, and they kept popping their heads up and around the seats to pester me with questions; "Are you a girl or a boy? Does your mother know you're gay? Why do you look like a dude?"
But I don't want to come across as a victim, either. I was a much different person then than you know today. I doubt that any of you would like that person; I certainly didn't like her. Many of my problems were my own; that person had no friends, largely because she did not deserve them nor was she someone who was pleasant to be around.
Ahh, but that person is gone. I'm not perfect, but I'm happier, more confident, and, hopefully, someone who deserves to have friendly people.
I think one of my most humiliating experiences was in my General Business class. I went up to the board to answer a problem, and suddenly this pocket of jocks started coughing "dyke! dyke!" into their hands. Oh, but then there was the time that I got bullied by the fucking middle schoolers on my bus. I was sitting there just trying to read my book, and they kept popping their heads up and around the seats to pester me with questions; "Are you a girl or a boy? Does your mother know you're gay? Why do you look like a dude?"
But I don't want to come across as a victim, either. I was a much different person then than you know today. I doubt that any of you would like that person; I certainly didn't like her. Many of my problems were my own; that person had no friends, largely because she did not deserve them nor was she someone who was pleasant to be around.
Ahh, but that person is gone. I'm not perfect, but I'm happier, more confident, and, hopefully, someone who deserves to have friendly people.
