Come on, who hasn’t heard the name-calling like metal-mouth or railroad tracks for braces, or four-eyes for wearing glasses, or how many other names called, seriously, I laugh at most of these names I was called in retrospect.
I went through friggin hell in High school for the first two years, I mean it was really bad. Grammar school was fine, but high school...Good God.
Name calling and bullying was just relentless until one day, my main nemesis got his a$$ kicked by me in front of all his friends.
After the initial pummeling, dude said “you’re dead after school, DEAD!” So I said you ain’t even gonna make it to after school, and then I beat him some more.
That was the end of it all, no one even reported me to the teachers :D
I few years later I ran into him in a restroom somewhere in the French Quarter, surprisingly, he was as nice as he could be, as if we had been friends all along.
I don’t really know what the point of my telling that story is, other than I like to tell it, oh and kids are frickin’ merciless!