Some things never change. I can remember being miserable in junior high and high school; people made fun of my weight, my teeth, my name, my hair...the list went on and on. College provided somewhat of a respite, as I attended a large school where it was easy to disappear in the crowd. For the most part I was accepted for who I was and what I could do.
Many years later, as a grown woman who has listened to the advice of many Dr. Phil-types, I still can't hide from those feelings. When a colleague said something that I'm sure was meant as a joke, it hurt me. While I laughed on the outside, I was sad on the inside, and for a moment those terrible high-school memories were rekindled.
Unfortunately age and "maturity" don't keep us from hurting people. And they don't keep us from getting hurt. They just might help us hide it better.
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That stinks!
I understand how you feel. Thank you for sharing this with us.
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Just wanted to say thank you for sharing this story. Junior high was horrible for me and now I teach it. I try to watch out and make sure kids aren't being mean to one another. Words hurt more than anything sometimes...
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