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On my graduation day I found out all my friends were going to a party they had organised and no one told me… as we were leaving. Last time I saw them. (Not the first time this happened, too)
In fifth grade, a boy in my class invented a ‘[touch_of_the_’tism] touch.’ The teacher did pretty much nothing… she was really close to retirement and basically let the entire class bully me. F*k you Mrs. Wulgefahr (probably misspelled that).