I was called really horrible, profane names very loudly in front of huge crowds of people, and my schoolwork suffered at one point.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Of course I was bullied and of course I was called names - my last name is Weir. That's very, very close to 'weird,' or 'queer' and any of those words. But I've never been anyone to cry over spilled milk or be upset because kids don't like me, or people don't like me... It makes my skin stronger and thicker. And why cry? Your mascara runs.
Changing my name was traumatic for me.
From the age of about five to twelve I was very bad, a hideous little terror who beat people up. I was a member of the Rough Gang - we went around and terrorized all the pupils in school.
I am terrible with people's names.
I hate ridiculous names; my weird name has haunted me all my life.
When I was in first grade, everyone made fun of my name, of course. I think it's kind of a big name to hold up when you're nine years old. It seemed goofy. I used to tell people I wanted to change the world and they used to think, 'This kid's really weird'.
In school, I was the quietest girl ever! I had a lot of trouble in school. Kids were mean to me.
I was incredibly unpopular in high school but also extremely notorious.
I was always loud and obnoxious and giggly and funny.
Yeah, I was a delinquent. It was when I was in the ninth grade. I was doing stupid stuff, and the cops came into the class. I was humiliated more than anything.
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