Else,
I'm so glad your girlie emailed you back with a special "thanks" at the end (it's so funny how such a little tiny thing can make your day).
I'm sure you're feeling much better now, but I was reading your experiences in Jr. High and had to let you know that you're not alone. Grade school was hell for me. There are probably about 5 of you here that know my real name (it is truly aweful and I got made fun of--alot. hint, it rhymes with Grody). Then there were the freckles, the glasses, being a JW--it just all wrapped up into one freakish little package. I was made fun of mercilessly. The worst cut down you could give any guy in our school was to call him my boyfriend. Then there was the cooty spray---aah yes, you couldn't occupy any space where I'd been without spraying it with cooty spray first. But hey, at least I had my nice loving non-abusive JW family to go home to and take comfort in---NOT!! LOL!!! I learned a lot about myself, though and luckily I "blossomed" and moved by Jr. High. Life has been much better for me.
Love and Light,
~Brigid