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I'm starting this thread cuz I don't think anyone can beat mine:
1. I alternated between two schools almost annually because my parents would move alot. The first time I moved to the second school was in middle school and I found it very hard to make new friends. I was very shy and also very nieve, and this school was filled with particularly mean kids- they lived to harrass each other. Eventually I met these two brothers who ended up being my best friends (sadly we've lost contact for years and we haven't been able to find each other since). I was at their house one day and as a prank the younger one had built a tent with some chairs and a oversized fan. It was actually pretty cool, and he told me to get in with him. He got up to the fan and started laughing. I was confused, but slowly came to realize that he had passed gas in the fan, and when I tried to escape the older brother held the exit shut. It was a funny prank.
Some time later I was eating lunch with some kids that was considered the "cool kids" (not because I was considered among them, but for some lost reason I was there). This particular girl (named "BJ" haha) was talking to me and somehow the topic came about me spilling the tent story. Well, I only got up to the point of "got into the tent with him" when BJ stopped me to accentuate the point that I got into a tent with a boy. Somehow this translated to us being gay, I guess in middle school that means you're gay, but it suddenly erupted into a table wide discussion of me admitting I was gay. I never got to finish the rest of the story, but for the following 2 years at that school I shit you not the rumors just spread like crazy and people thought I was gay. I had people come up to me in the hall and ask if the rumors were true. I had people tell me that they thought it was OK that I was gay. I would have conversations and I might mention that a girl was pretty, and they would respond "But I thought you were gay." To this day I don't realize how the tent thing was anything more than just an innocent story, but somehow they took hold of it and I had a craaaappy 2 years there.
1. I alternated between two schools almost annually because my parents would move alot. The first time I moved to the second school was in middle school and I found it very hard to make new friends. I was very shy and also very nieve, and this school was filled with particularly mean kids- they lived to harrass each other. Eventually I met these two brothers who ended up being my best friends (sadly we've lost contact for years and we haven't been able to find each other since). I was at their house one day and as a prank the younger one had built a tent with some chairs and a oversized fan. It was actually pretty cool, and he told me to get in with him. He got up to the fan and started laughing. I was confused, but slowly came to realize that he had passed gas in the fan, and when I tried to escape the older brother held the exit shut. It was a funny prank.
Some time later I was eating lunch with some kids that was considered the "cool kids" (not because I was considered among them, but for some lost reason I was there). This particular girl (named "BJ" haha) was talking to me and somehow the topic came about me spilling the tent story. Well, I only got up to the point of "got into the tent with him" when BJ stopped me to accentuate the point that I got into a tent with a boy. Somehow this translated to us being gay, I guess in middle school that means you're gay, but it suddenly erupted into a table wide discussion of me admitting I was gay. I never got to finish the rest of the story, but for the following 2 years at that school I shit you not the rumors just spread like crazy and people thought I was gay. I had people come up to me in the hall and ask if the rumors were true. I had people tell me that they thought it was OK that I was gay. I would have conversations and I might mention that a girl was pretty, and they would respond "But I thought you were gay." To this day I don't realize how the tent thing was anything more than just an innocent story, but somehow they took hold of it and I had a craaaappy 2 years there.
It probably stayed in there for over a year when finally this happened. I was in Spanish class when the teacher asked me to write something on the board. I got up and noticed alot of people were snickering behind me. I figured whatever, someone did something funny. Then I felt eyes glaring at me, so I first thought my zipper was down. No, so then I figured there was a sign on my back. I sat down and without trying to be too obvious I rubbed my back on the seat feeling for paper taped to my back. Nothing. Then someone passed me a note and it said "Next time leave your condom at home." As it turns out, a ring was potruding from my back pocket from the condom. Word spread once again, but at least this time I deserved the social geek beating. The teacher was one of my friend's mother and she asked him about if I was already sexually active. I had a very nice friend, one I would hate to have had think poorly of me, he was a nice christian, and he came up to me and said that he was sorry all these rumors were spreading and that he's sure it was just a coin or something. I had to look him in the eyes and be honest, but apologized and said it was just a joke. Again, another very hard year for me.
