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My school as a huge ramp that goes from one end of the school to the other. I was always worried that I was going to fall down the ramp and hurt myself. I kept telling my friends about this and one day a girl that I thought was my friend stuck her foot out and tripped me on the ramp. My books when flying everywhere and I had to pick them up with a scrapped knee and elbow. I didn't cry thankfully but it was a really embarrasing moment for me.

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I was a teacher's daughter all through my middle school days and I was never one to get in trouble. So in 6th grade while I sat on the bleachers in PE class I never expected I would do something rotten.

A boy in my class was running around the bleachers spitting on the girls, we shall call him Bobby. I think Bobby thought this was a good way of flirting. I was however not impressed. After about the 5th spit wad to hit a girl I got angry. I started saving up saliva in my mouth. Not just a little bit of spit, but a big loogie. Bobby thought he was so funny, well he was going to pay. He ran one last "spit lap" around the bleachers and right when he was behind me...

READY AIM FIRE!

I hit him square on the forehead. He was covered in at least 2 tablespoons of spit. I quickly turned around and he had no clue it was me. Bobby ran crying to the PE teacher. The principal questioned all of the students who were sitting on the bleachers asking if they had seen anything. I said I didn't see a thing but Bobby running covered in spit to the teacher. No one suspected me and I was never caught.

Later when I was in high school Bobby was captain of the football team. He had a crush on me, but I wasn't interested. Bobby, while handsome, never really grew out of that cocky stage he went through in middle school. And while his "flirting" skills improved a bit as he winked at me on the bleachers from the players bench I couldn't help but giggle. Just think, in 6th grade he could have killed me for spitting on him. Now he was wishing we were swapping spit on them bleachers.

Every time I sit on bleachers at a sporting event I think about the time I spit on Bobby and got away with it. It is my one major childhood rebellion.

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10th grade Spanish class

With my hearing disability it was impossible to follow lectures given in class. Almost all of my teachers were understandable enough to allow me to read up on the material.

My Spanish teacher never liked me. She thought I was asking for favoritism. Not at all. Because I couldn't follow the lectures more often than not I had an endless mountain of reading and homework. I was more than willing to do what needed to be done to make the grade.

The woman was well aware I couldn't hear certain nuances and sounds to enunciate Spanish adequately. Yet, I had taken the elective, as it was one of the requirements for graduation(foreign lang). My Spanish teacher made it a point to call on me and ridicule how I said certain words, constantly berating me in class about not using proper form. Otherwise as far as all the written material was concerned I was at the top of the class. Leave it to the woman to make the dialog half the grade point of that class. It was my one and only C- ever. When the class ended she told me, "I hope you learned your lesson. You can't use your handicap as an excuse." Funny I never did. Why else would I still be in a public school, instead of a school for the deaf. My loss was enough I could have qualified. Most certainly would of meant less work.

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It was either 7th or 8th grade when this cruel joke was played on the girl, that could be considered my only girlfriend in middle school. She was the only female who accepted me. We had a whole lunch table to ourselves.

One time a pad had fallen out of her backpack. People mocked her for that. Within the week, some butt whole decided to take a pad and put ketchup in it, then had the nerve to place it in a water fountain. Who does that? Then they went around saying she had done it.

It was not funny.

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Once, at the end of class, this guy - one of the class clowns - got inside the closet. As a joke, because he had been bugging me, I shut the door. Little did I realize that it would lock! I tried to open it again, but one of his friends laughed and blocked my way, saying, "No, leave him in there!" I had no verbal comeback and not enough mettle to ignore him [the boy blocking my way wasn't the nicest person in the grade, especially not to me], so I walked out of the classroom. At my locker a few minutes later, I looked over and saw them walking past me, and the one I had accidentally locked in gave me the evil eye. He broke into a wide grin a minute later, and I knew we were okay, but I still felt bad for just walking away. - Eighth Grade

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When I was in 8th grade my close friend died in a terrible accident.
I missed him very much and I had a hard time doing anything for about a month after.
My family knew I was having issues and tried to help me out the best they could.
My Dad at the time was also going through a rough time for other reasons.
About a week after it happened my Dad got mad at me for no doing something for him.
He was so angry that he said "I wish you would have died instead of him."
I was crushed. I couldn't believe someone I trusted the most would say that to me.
I am much older now and realize that he didn't mean what he said,
and he was going through a hard time too.
But sometimes it's just hard to forget things.
Sometimes when I am feeling bad about something I did I actually believe what he said.
But then I realize my friend wouldn't feel that was and he would want me to go on and succeed.

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In the 7th grade, my dad passed away. I was so upset about it, I missed school as much as possible and started to rebel. I had to attend summer school, and thats where I met my soulmate or so I thought. His name was Allen and I instantly fell in love with him. Over the course of a year, I finally had sex one time! And than we broke up because he was more experienced and I had no idea what I was doing. I ended up getting pregnant in 8th grade from the ONE TIME! and did not tell anyone for 3 months. By that time, I was throwing up all over the place, so I started missing school. I went to the doctor and found out that I was too small to have children. I told my best friend all about it, the next day at school everyone knew I was pregnant. I than became known as pregnant girl among my many names. When I told people it was one time, nobody believed me. Ever since than I have been known as pregnant girl, or the girl who had a baby at 15.

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When I was in seventh grade, I had a crush on a boy who sat two rows back and diagnally to the right in my French class. I didn't know the kid at all, just liked the way he looked. Because I liked him, I continually turned around to look at him. His friend would say, "What are you looking at?" I didn't want to admit I was looking at Matt so I lied and said, "Jennifer." She was the girl who sat between us. So naturally, they called me a lesbian. At the time, I didn't even know there was such a thing as being gay.

I found out just what a creep this little guy was at the school dance. I asked him to dance and he yelled, "F*ck you!

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Senior year of high school I was so excited to turn 18. I was one of the younger kids in my grade, so I had to wait a while.

I hung out with an older crowd in high school. We weren't a drinking crowd but most of my friends were of age or close to it. I lived in a small town wear everyone drank and laws weren't exactly enforced unless someone got hurt. I never liked alcohol, but I would have a drink here and there even though I was underage. It was considered acceptable by age 16 to have a casual drink.
My friends would do the same, but never really got drunk.

I had a crush on on of my good guy friends at the time of my birthday. I think everyone knew but him. It was tradition to go out to dinner for birthdays and the birthday boy/girl got to choose the place. I chose Cheesecake Factory and we all had a blast. One of our newer friends lets call her Kayla went along and I was happy to have her. She was 20 and her parents were out of town so she invited us to take the party back to her place for a bit of drinking. I said ok, but I wasn't exactly happy about the idea. I had one drink that night and we chilled and played Guitar Hero and in general it was a lot of fun.

Kayla had a few more drinks than me and was pretty sloshed. She and my crush went to the basement to get some more drinks and didn't come back for a really long time. I walked down to tell my crush that our ride was ready to go not knowing what to expect but not really worried. I walked in on a half naked Kayla and my crush making out pretty hot and heavy. Not what I wanted to see on my 18th birthday. She later broke his heart when she went back to her ex. I haven't talked to her since.

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