Elementary I was bullied for being a arab, foreigner. So i didnt have many friends. This was post 9/11 though so the bullying was understandable. Once I lost the accent I gained a fee friends. The bullying didnt really stop, i just became oblivious to it.
I was a wierd, hormonal, loud student in middle school. Half the student body found me annoying, the others thought I was wierd. I was friends with the "wierd kids and teachers pets." The teachers loved me. I always stayed after school or class to talk with them or help around the class. I didnt like being home.
Highschool was the same as middle school in behavior. Minus the hormone and add a change in maturity. Teachers still loved me, now even more so. Half the student body thought I was annoying as all hell (didnt find out until college though. I still have the inability to read how people perceive me and blind to underhanded hostility.)
I participated and debated in class. I was always talking or raising me hand. The only thing the teachers didnt like about me was my refusal to do homework. I thought it was counterproductive. I knew the stuff already. I participated like i was supposed to in class.Didnt see the point in review. Drove the teachers crazy. Practically all of them gave me the "great student if only you apply yourself"speech.
I always got away with my wierd loud behavior in class. I never got in trouble. I got along with all my teachers and developed legit friendships with them. I know for sure that teachers gave me passing grades in my report card even though I never did homework. I always ended up with B or C when I should have been failing.
Looking back. I was the favorite student. But I didnt really try. I was just being myself. Teachers and schooling was more interesting to me then the student body. Some people i thought were idiots. But I contradicted myself by always acting like a loud class clown, even though thoes around me knew I was capable of intelligence. I was still friends with the outcasts and black sheep. But we were the type of weirdos that never did drugs and stuff. We just hung around dressed in wierd clothes, poor hygiene, talked about wierd things, wore tails and wigs. Wierd things.
Omg my home life though? Stubborn, hard headed, rebellios, bad habit of finding the perfect people to be friends with in order to piss me dad off. I just thought my dad was an idiot. He told me not to do things because he said so. Or because im a lady and shouldn't act bold. Or not to hang with certain people Because we are arab, and he doesnt know the family. Which to me, all thoes excuses weren't good enough. So of course I loved school. I was a good kid. Loud, obnoxious, idiotic, foot in my mouth. But good. Never got bullied in middle and highschool. I grew a backbone .so after that it was smooth sailing.
