Being Bullied in High School
“You’re going to get the wedgie initiation.”
It was my first day of tennis practice. I was in middle school, and two weeks before, the varsity high school tennis coach scouted me at a local tennis club, and I was invited onto the team. (I’m not saying this to brag as I’ve always been horrifically bad at most sports.)
I played adolescence strategically and nobody bothered me. I wasn’t popular nor a nerd, but high school was foreign territory.
“Today’s the day,” the senior captain of the team warned as he grinned from the front of the team van.