In the sixth grade, there was this joke that I was a violent person. Please know: IT WAS A JOKE THE WHOLE THING WAS A JOKE. In assuming most knew it was a joke because I got voted the funniest in my grade, and the teacher even knew it was a joke. We wrote about it during journals. In the fifth grade a boy made up a joke that I ate therapists? It was hysterical then but just plain weird now. Whenever I look back at that time i want to never show my face again. In computer class for the sixth grade, me and my two other friends had a joke about stealing people’s legs in a leg factory type thing. this sounds like I was dropped one to many times as a baby but it was just a joke and it was known to be a joke. But it’s just so embarrassing now and I feel uncomfortable whenever someone mentions it, I just lie and say it was my other friends joke and I was just in on it. It was so weird. I wish I never did that. I wonder sometimes if that’s why boys don’t ask me out. I am pretty (not to be conceded) and funny (the normal way now) and nice. I feel like boys think I’m some freak because of the sixth grade. I wish I never wrote those journals