A "wonderful" young man from my past, Freddie Riggs, left me a nice little rhyme on the blackboard of my 8th grade English class.
It started with the typical
Don't be sad,
Don't be blue
Becky Beam is flatter than you
He had a new one every day for an entire semester and our teacher never said anything about it.
He was a very creative jerk.
My older brother told me that I'd be better off if I didn't complain about it and just tried to ignore it. This guy also sat right behind me and tied my hair to the back of my desk every chance he got. It was the longest semester of my life.
I didn't see the guy again until my junior year of highschool and by then I'd had my mini boobsplosion - boy was he sorry!
Anyway - I'll never forget him. JERK!