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In the eighth grade, there was this guy that everybody teased and stuff. But, in all honesty, he was a nice guy--a bit odd, but nevertheless, nice. I remember one day, everybody was yelling at him and shouting nasty things. And all he said was, "What?" Solely because I thought it was funny, I told him, "Stop playing stupid--you're too good at it." The entire class started laughing, but right after,I felt completely guilty. He really never did anything particular that bothered me. I just thought it would be funny. I don't know why I remember it so clearly, but it just made me realize how much I hate my old self.