Okay, I gave you all an assignment last night, to think of your childhood arch nemesis. Shelley and Sue didn't waste any time in recalling the people who were the childhood thorns in their asses. Go read their comments on the "Who's Your Daddys" post. Too hilarious! I can relate to the boobless issue. Many, many boys taunted me about my mammarily challenged chest. I even had one guy dedicate Whitney Houston's song, "I Have Nothing," to me. You know who you are, Rustin Jyan! I bet they are all sorry now...or not! Anyway, I think we all had a foe, growing up. That one little curly haired bitch or freckle faced bastard who made us wish that we had the super power to spontaneously shoot flames out of our eyeballs and burn them to a crisp. For the sake of anonymity, I shall call mine "Moniker."
Moniker was an only child. We became friends in high school. Her mother was a psycho woman, who would stop at nothing to make sure that her daughter had the best of everything. She paid the judges at cheer tryouts to teach her daughter the routine, early. EVIL! She gave us alcohol and then took pictures of us drinking to show our parents. EVIL! When Moniker got caught cheating at try outs and was disqualified, she and her mother sued the school district for discrimination (against cheaters?) EVIL! When we were both on homecoming court, Moniker and her mother were shopping for a dress at the same mall as I was. They saw me buy my dress and guess who showed up with the same exact dress on Homecoming night? Except that hers was 3 sizes bigger than mine. Yup. Moniker. She could have afforded any dress in that whole damn mall, and she chose the 100 dollar dress that I bought. Whatta whore. Her plan backfired because I looked way better in it, (except for the part when I fell out of the trailer and landed on my ass.)
The above anecdotes are just a fraction of the evil doings of Moniker and her mother. I believe that Moniker was a product of her mother's satanic nature. I'm sure some part of her just wanted to be a normal girl, like everyone else. Her mother bought her affections and allegiance. If I were her, I'd be scared to rebel against that woman. So maybe my real arch nemesis was Moniker's mother, whom we shall call "Loopy." I hear that Moniker grew up to be a lawyer. How freakin' appropriate. I am still waiting to get a lawsuit slapped on me, for ruining her childhood and causing her to need therapy.
Who was your childhood pain in the butt? Sound off in the comments section!
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Haha, when I received one of the only two A grades awarded in Mr. Lassiter's 9th grade honors English class (the other grade given to our class valedictorian), Loopy and Moniker started a rumor that I hooked up with the teacher. Hello???? 9th grade??? I was 14! EVIL!These days may be a different story, but I was certainly innocent as a freshman. Fortunately, that was my only personal incident with the gruesome twosome. I had no idea all the crap they pulled on you!
Ha ha! I am taken back in time. Such scandal! You DID look way better in that dress. And don't forget how "Moniker" tried to have our beloved cheer advisor run off the road. Miss you and love you! Talk to you soon.
HA!funny he marries a girl with a way mammarily challenged chest! oh well it cost him LOL... I was "younger" than you girls :) hehe.. I didn't realize that all of that happened either.
I would have to say Josh in 5th grade called me bubble butt and told me I had a back side as big as semi truck and no boobs. The whole school picked up on it and bubble butt became my nickname for years. errrr!
Hey hey hey! Watch it with those lawyer jokes. ;-)
I have a similar story, but this was in 6th grade. I had a very good friend with a heinous mom who was always up in my BIZNASS, creating drama about what boys liked me (and consequently, not her overweight daughter) and about what grades I received. AND she made her daughter suspicious about my motives for being her friend. (We both liked Sailormoon. Obviously.) I didn't know it was possible to have ulterior motives for friendships at 11 years old.
She always talked to me like her daughter was sooo much better than me academically (btw, not true. If anything, we were on equal footing and it's not like I was ever competing). Well, looking now at where the 2 of us are in life in regards to academia and profession...I'm just going to guess I won on that front.
Katie - 1. Evil Mom -0.
Totally snotty of me, but when it comes to that lady, I don't even care.
-Katie d.
Sorry, Katie! :)
I'm sure that not all lawyers go into the profession with the intent to wreak havoc on the lives of their childhood foes! But I'm pretty sure she does!
But, I would hate to be on your bad side! :)
Thank god you are going to be my sister in law someday. Now I will have my own lawyer to fight for me when Moniker does decide to come after me!
K, I totally remember "Moniker" hee hee...I remember the same blue dress and yes you did look WAY better in it..but didn't know about the other stuff, CRAZY!
Her Mom was definetly out there!
My story would be my 4th grade teacher Mr. Lara. He would tease me all the time about my Red hair to the point that the whole class would be laughing at me! I even ran out of
the class crying...I KNOW so mean huh and from my own teacher even..
he would say stuff like I was the "milk mans daughter" because I was the only one in my family with red hair, insinuating that my Mom cheated...
I was the shy, quiet sensitive type so he knew what he was doing... all this to a little 4th grader! terrible huh
Kristen~
What a piece of monkey dookie! How could an adult (especially a teacher) feel okay about doing something like that?! What an ass. That sounds like harassment to me. Call Moniker, maybe she can help you sue him...hee hee!
Oh goodness Kadi,
Mine had to be a girl I was friends with when we were like 6 through 12. Then we got competitive. She was a one upper and it drove me crazy. When her and I went head to head for our winterguard captain, it got ugly. She went as low to spread rumors about me, slit my tires so I couldnt get to the vote in, and then told my boyfriend I was a slut. You talk about being pissed off. I still won, but she never gave up trying to have me removed . I finally got kicked off of all sports, (cheerleading, winterguard, even chior. Because we got in a fist fight that went better for me then her. My all time glory was running into her two years ago when I went back to wisconsin to visit, and not even recognizing her, finding out she had 4 kids from 4 different dads, worked at McDonalds and lived in low income housing. Maybe its mean but it made my heart warm and fuzzy. Im so evil.
I'll admit I played an evil trick on Bridget in elementary school. I liked the guy that had a crush on her. I figured if I told him that she got her cut off boots at payless he would like me instead...Didn't work but looking back it's funny. haha
I was laughing as I read your post because I can remember all of that about "Moniker" and her mom!! I also remember what people called her too. (hint, her last name sounds like a paticular body part, hee hee)
Carolee~
Daniel told me that I wasn't allowed to make fun of her on the post. Otherwise I would have brought up the whole nipple related last name. Ooops!
Funny you should do this post now. Tomorrow we are having a graduation party for my oldest son. One of my family members invited my arch nemesis to the party!! This rat bastard tortured me from 1st grade to 12th grade! He called me every name in the book! I was 4-eyes, fat-ass, boobless and the best of them all-big foot. The last time I saw him was at our 10 year class reunion. I worked hard for a full year to make sure that I looked damned good. I did look good too! My body was perfectly sculpted, I was tan, hair was great and best of all, after I had my 1st son my "girls" grew to a perky size DD. The evil rat bastard still made me feel like crap! Oh he had a ton of nice things to say about me. Over and over again while ignoring his hugely pregnant wife. She was so sweet and so miserable. It was so terrible to see the look on her face when he would not shut his evil mouth!
Now it's 10 years later and I have to face evil rat bastard again without a year to prepare! I am about to turn 40 and have just had my 3rd child. I am flabby and due to the lack of sleep look like a train hit me most of the time! The "girl" have shrank to a B since nursing baby and spend all of their time looking at my knees!
I am spending tonight praying that time has not been good to evil rat bastard! Hopefull he looks like Boss Hogg now!
I may need therapy after tomorrow! Wish me luck!!!!
I had SO many nemisis. And, yet it doesn't seem all that important to me now. I was teased for having boobs, teased for being weird, and teased for sticking up for myself. Most of this teasing ended up in fist fighting. When you're a giant - there isn't any way around that. My first fight ended in my favor freshman year. I left my mark on some snotty junior and senior boys that deserved every claw mark on their ugly faces. They ganged up and tortured me in class and even spit on me. They were all football players and wrestlers - do you know what their punishment was??? Nothing. Nothing but the small amount of humiliation that came from me trying to defend myself. You just shouldn't treat people like they're dogs. It took me a LONG time to recover my self esteeem from that. The very next day I got my ass kicked by one of their girlfriends because I was told if I lifted one finger in defense again I would be expelled. So instead I let a white trash dumb broad beat my head into a brick wall - over and over. I never understood why I was the target. Other than the fact that people are just mean. I was tall so it was expected that I should fight. Eventually I found balance in this strange world. I don't get into fist fights anymore, and I would laugh if someone said something ugly about me - or to me. But I never had a boyfriend in highschool. Come to find out there were plenty of boys that liked me back then. Some even asked me to the prom - but I told them no because I was afraid they were just asking me to follow up with a mean comment or action. High school is such a weird place. I'm glad I found my place in this world - but it was not my high school career that I can attribute ANY self confidence to.
Did any CHSers find ANY humor in Growler being accused of hooking up with Lassiter?? Was I the only one that caught that?
Wanna know what I remember Moniker? When she got dumped by all of her cheerleader friends, she had no other option than to make friends with the people whom she probably spent a lot of time making fun of. The "smarties" in the AP classes.
Me and my friends.
And I loved that you called her mom "Loopy." It made me laugh out loud.
I had girls two years younger than me that, for some apparent reason, found it worthwhile to hate me. Well, 2 girls in particular. One tried to get me to fight her in my senior year and the other accused me of stealing her backpack the same year. Being called into the office to have my things searched was probably the highlight of it all. I can remember that day so clearly. And no one but my parents believed that I had nothing to do with the theft. Just to set the record straight, I did NOT steal the backpack.
Isn't it interesting the anger and hurt that people harbor from stuff like this??
Yes, Brandi. I loved Mr. Lassiter, but only as a teacher. He was a wise and sweet man. He is also a man that would never get involved with a student. Completely ridiculous.
Hurt is a powerful thing. Kids do not realize how much power their words have over others. I told my kids about that boy in our class, Michael Jackson (seriously, that was his name.) He was a loner. Nobody really liked him or paid him much attnetion. I'm sure he was picked on. After high school, he committed suicide. That might have been avoided if my snotty little ass would have taken the time to be nice to him and everyone else for that matter. Every person deserves to feel loved, whether they are a jock, cheer leader, drama lover, chess club president, etc...
I hope I can teach my children to think this way. I look back on the whole Moniker situation and wonder if she ever regretted what happened. I feel bad for her, to some degreee. I'm still pretty sure I'm getting sued!
Cindy,
I'm so sorry that you suffered like that. You always seemed so confident in yourself. You are a beautiful woman and you were always so sweet to me, growing up, despite the snot I was. I luv ya!
GROWLER WILL REMEMBER AN EVIL FRIEND THAT WE BOTH SHARED. LET'S CALL HER SMELANIE. WE WERE "BEST FRIENDS" FOR 14 YEARS AND MOST OF THE TIME I FOUND MYSELF QUESTIONING OUR FRIENDSHIP. IT SEEMED LIKE ONE DAY WE WERE BEST FRIENDS AND THE NEXT THE WORST OF ENEMIES. I EVEN MADE HER ONE OF MY BRIDESMAIDS.FORTUNATELY, WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS AND I HAVE LEARNED FROM MY PAST. :)
SHE'S STILL EVIL..
Kadi~
The sad thing is Moniker probably became a lawyer from the money she got from her lawsuit.
You must have looked better in the dress because I still remember your big ol' dimples and couldn't even tell you what she looked like that night. So props to you.
It's still so strange to look back.Why didn't any of us sue her for buying and providing us alcohol? Don't you think we are all going to have trust issues with our kids? I know I am. Her mom took that innocence from us making her mom the Arch Nemesis and Moniker the spawn. I do wonder if Moniker has any regrets...
As far as my nemesis, it's sad to say that I think I was the nemesis to a poor girl younger than me because she looked like my best friend and tried to be with her boyfriend. Oh the torture for that poor girl, I can't even imagine not wanting to come to school because of fear. I'm so so so sorry for all of it and I am a much better person today. My only excuse could be that my nemesis's were older girls in high school and picked on me and I guess my anger went to someone younger. I even new the feeling of being scared sometimes to walk on campus, why did I ever make someone else fell that way. HORRIBLE!
Well I'm glad I've grown and became wiser but will always miss high school.
Okay as a CHS'er I have to chime in here as well. I too remember Monkier, and was never really a fan of hers. I was a year behind you Kadi, and didn't know everything, but could tell that she was puppet for her mommy...and as everyone else has stated you DID look better in the dress.
Michael Jackson was one of my dearest friends, he had other issues besides the kids at school. His family drove him to his choice, I was lucky enough to have several heart to heart talks with him...he was a very interseting and loving boy once he let you in and vice versa.
However one of my mine goals to is to teach my kids to be nice and accepting of EVERYONE no matter what you first impression of someone is.
My tourmentor was a boy in my 6th grade class...I still can't stand to think of him and the names he called me...I was glad when he disspeared, and mad when he re-surfaced my Jr. year. As if him re-surfacing wasn't bad enough he stalked me at every pep-squad event! He diffentaly had a big part in my self esteem problems. At least by 11th grade the name calling had stopped, but I still remembered it everytime I looked at him.
Thanks for that Kadi. It's funny how you are shaped by your childhood. I saw college as a fresh start and even though I went to a local community college - I didn't see many people that I knew there so It was easy to be anonymous. (sp??) I begged my mom to put me into home study when I was in highschool - but I'm glad I didn't. It was a tough lesson - but I learned compassion there. I ended up with a very distorted self image in college which led me down a terrible path of idiotic dating and usually ended in disaster. I straightened up out of necessity when I got prego with my oldest. I named him Noah not because I thought it was a cool and trendy name - but because he was my second chance to be a decent person. I finally had to wise up and I knew in my heart my decision to keep the pregnancy, despite the heavy persuasion I felt to terminate it, was a good one. Unlike Kadi, the boy I was dating was very immiture. One day he wanted to marry me and the next - it was over and he had another girlfriend. It was all for the better since I met a great replacement dad a year later. I guess what I'm trying to say in this whole rabbit trail I went down was that there are many things that we go through which shape us into the kind of adults we become. Even bad decisions can end up with good outcomes. High School made me have low self esteem, that made me promiscous in college, promiscuity got me pregnant, pregnancy forced me to grow up, being a mom made me a better person. OH - and to top it off - what attracted my husband to me was he thought I was a great mom. So I guess I wouldn't do anything over if I had the chance. There is a reason for everything we are challenged with.
What an awesome story, Cindy! It is true that sometimes it takes going through crappy stuff to grow and become a better person.
Everyone~
The dress comment was made in jest. Moniker actually had boobs and I had none, so it is quite possible that she looked better. It was a comment made out of spite and pure bitchery (which I do a lot.)
I have to wonder who some of the CHSers are on here, since I don't know all of your screen names!
I was gone this weekend, but read this post today ( Monday) and had to comment: When I was in 6th grade I had a shirt with a whale that read, " Im a Whale-able" - I thought it was cute( dumb me) and had 2 girls giggle and say loudly in the hallway, "Well, you are the size of a whale". I cried for 2 days!!!
We had family in town this weekend, so I'm just now getting caught up on your posts, and this SO brought back memories! Mostly of Growler standing on her box at varsity games doing the funky chicken dance while Moniker joined in, never realizing it was a joke about her...
As for my nemesis, I'd have to say I'm my own worst enemy. I was the butt of my fair share of jokes in high school, but it was almost always directly related to something stupid I had done, so I didn't have anyone to blame other than myself. Come to think of it, not much has changed since then...
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