One lesson I learned was that people were not worth the entertainment. Going to a school where everyone knew each other but you was difficult in New Orleans. Once I settled in I noticed I needed to be more “Out there” to gain more than just a handful of friends. Sitting in class bored out of my mind I started writing with the rugged,moist pencil I was chewing on . I was sitting next to a group of people who seemed to be having fun minus me. I learned in my earlier years the only way that I can make people laugh is by doing something mildly inappropriate. I leaned over to my friend Claudia and started to make jokes about having to pooh which was why I continuously was passing gas silently even though no one noticed. I told her that I was going to do a loud one given the fact that the room was so quiet a pen could drop and everyone would be able to pin-point exactly where it came from.
I was used to being the only girl in the class who would do the grossest things that are usually associated with guys. Eventually most of the people in my section began to seep into our conversation and cheered me on to do it.I looked up ahead to see if our loudness was getting the teachers attention.”She not lookin’ but y’all have to be quiet before we all get in trouble.” I told to the loudest people in our group. To be a class-clown, I leaned in toward the aisle with my bottom toward the open space , covered my face and I laughed hysterically before I even did it and then, BURNT, the loud rawr erupted. Laughing but silently embarrassed I looked around and noticed that the laughter transformed from genuine to sly fingers hiding their smart comments . Suddenly I knew it was a fact that they were laughing at me and not with me.
                The same people I was trying to entertain began to call me McSh**ty and that lasted for four years. It didn’t get better. I moved in a better place economically and went to a different school for my 8th grade year thinking I had escaped everyone who knew about the event. Not because I cried over being bullied, but because I hated that people only knew me by McSh**ty.  I was so wrong on so many levels. There was that one person (who was the main person who called me by the annoying nickname) that went to my new school that I knew from my old.I spoke to that person every now and then trying to see if she remembered. Somehow the conversation came up in the middle of the year and people overheard. The same phenomenon appeared to have started again. Eventually I came to the conclusion that it just wasn’t worth it because in the long run it just got me bullied.