#middle school hell

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Middle School

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Middle School is Hell. We All Know That

So this happened on the bus one Monday morning. First thing to know is that there was a sports hierarchy at our school: Football (straight), basketball (gay), baseball (gayer) and soccer (totally exotic, alien like from another planet). Anyway, on the bus. I was sitting there and this troop of football gorillas-in-training was pushing down the aisle on their way to the last row of seats. As they passed by me one of them of course grabbed my baseball cap from my head. The game usually went like this. I would ask for it back. One of them would hold the cap over his head and try and make me jump for it. Did I tell you that being short really sucks? It was always futile of course. At the end of the ride I would have my cap thrown at me usually. Sometimes it was thrown out the window. Random really. No pattern to this.

Today was different. I was feeling kind of sick. My dad had taken my temperature, I didn't have one. I wasn't throwing up. So I was on the school bus. Anyway I walked back to the last row of seats and yelled "Give me my fucking cap back you fucks!" And then something extraordinary happened. The bus stopped. The driver stood up and bellowed down the bus, "For Chrissake give the kid his goddamn hat back." I don't know if the driver had a headache or a crisis or something. This had never happened before. I got my cap back. And we rode in complete silence the rest of the way.

This is how it ended. As the troop pushed down the aisle, one of them stopped just long enough to dump his water bottle in my lap. I had to walk into school looking like I'd peed my pants. But it was almost worth it.

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All of seventh or eighth grade

My step-brother had a friend who would call me gay to tease me. I would cry that I wasn't and it got so bad that my parents stepped in but it didn't stop the kid from doing it. I also read a lot. The librarians knew me by name on sight. And before school we only had three places to go: The library, the cafeteria, or stand just inside the doors and wait. The day he finally stopped was the day I snapped. We were grouping up by the library door waiting for the bell when he said something. I turned around and bitch slapped him so fast that I didn't realize what I had done until I locked eyes with the head librarian. The bell rang and she nodded at me and let me go. And we never spoke about that moment. I suppose the irony isn't that I'm a lesbian, but that as a biromantic demisexual I'm just as queer. go

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