This is tough. I really don't think I have had anyone be that horrible to me.
Honestly, when I think about this the only thing that really comes to mind is 8th grade (I know so juvenile).
I went to three different schools that year. The second school I attended that year had a group of "preps" who for some reason didn't like me from the beginning. I really don't know why they seemed to hate me so much because there was never any big "thing" that caused conflict between us. They just singled me out from day one. The only thing I can think of was that they didn't like the fact that I was new and made a lot of friends so quickly.
Whatever their reason, I soon became "big nose" and "grasshopper" to them?! Like I said, juvenile. I got used to the giggles as I walked by, or being called the names, or mean looks and snide comments. But the type of person I am never let it get to me. It's funny how even though it never really bothered me, I still remember it.
I guess that's my story for today.
Sorry nothing really deep and reflective today. :)
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I think we remember the survival of school stories of meaness because it reminds us that we can survive anything. Those tender moments of puberity are brutal. As adults we can look back and realize we were strong then and we can be strong now as well, for God has given us the ability to be survivors in His world.
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