?*******?Turpin was the one girl at Meadowcreek Elementary that nobody 手配中の，お尋ね者 to be caught talking to. Every grade level had a 指定するd "cootie kid" and she held the 肩書を与える for our year. She was a frail girl, had pin-straight hair with bangs, and often wore the same purple outfit. She was often made fun of by the other third graders because her 着せる／賦与するs would いつかs look as though they had been dragged through mud, which she would also smell like on most days. I distinctly remember my entire third grade class scoffing at her one day because our teacher had asked her to discard a scrunchy she had used to tie her hair out of a discarded tin 失敗させる／負かす wrapper from an old Hershey's 妨げる／法廷，弁護士業. After that year, ******* moved away, and she was forgotten about after we moved on to the the next "cootie kid."
Several years later, after high school, I 設立する myself thinking about her again. I was bored at home and was passing the time by facebook stalking old elementary school classmates to see how they turned out, and I remember searching 特に for *******. Her 指名する was so 際立った that there couldn't b
e any more than a few people who 株d the 指名する, yet no matching results （機の）カム up. I had 自然に assumed that ******* was one of the lucky few who hadn't been bit by the social マスコミ bug. I also thought somewhere, somehow, ******* was probably living her best life, showing up all of us gawky third graders in Mrs. Llano's class how far she'd come. She was going to be that person at the 再会 looking 完全に flawless and making six 人物／姿／数字s while the 残り／休憩（する） of us tried to 隠す our receding hair lines and 最小限 行う 職業s.
I feel like we all 肉親，親類d of have that hope that those people who were marginalized growing up (いつかs by our own 手渡すs) somehow grew past those circumstances, and essentially grew up to kick ass in real life. That's what I had hoped for *******. That she had used the 侮辱s that we 投げつけるd at her, the 孤立／分離 we 供給するd for her, and the ill-looks we gave her and used it as 弾薬／武器 to (1)偽造する／(2)徐々に進む a successful path in life. I was so sure that was what had happened, but today I was in for a rude awakening.
I've been reading these articles and seeing these 声明s and looking at these pictures, and I can't help but feel an 圧倒的な sense of 犯罪 and shame. Of course, 非，不，無 of us are 責任がある the events that 続いて起こるd, but you can't help but feel rotten when the classmate your peers made fun of for "smelling like poop" やめる literally had to sit in her own waste because she was chained to her bed. It is nothing but sobering to know that the person who sat across from you at the lunch （米）棚上げする／（英）提議する went home to squalor and filth while you went home to a warm meal and a bedtime story.
The resounding lesson here is a simple one, something that we're taught from the very beginning: be nice. Teach your children to be nice. If you see someone that's 孤立するd, befriend them. If you see someone that's marginalized, befriend them. If you see someone that's different, befriend them. We can never compl
etely put ourselves in others' shoes nor can we 完全に understand the circumstances that one is brought up in, but a simple 行為／法令／行動する of 親切 and 受託 may be the ray of hope that that person needs. Befriend the ******* Turpins of the world.
*******, にもかかわらず 存在 熱心に vilified by her peers, was still one of the most pleasant people I have had the 適切な時期 to 会合，会う. She had this whimsical 楽観主義 to her that couldn't be 鈍らせるd, couldn't be 浴びせる／消すd no 事柄 what anybody threw at her. That cheerful disposition is what makes me 確かな that *******?will 勝つ／広く一帯に広がる. That one day, I'll remember to facebook stalk her, and see that she is living her best life. That にもかかわらず 存在 let 負かす／撃墜する by her parents and by her peers alike, ******* rose above it all. And I'm going to be やじ for her, as her peer, as her classmate, as her friend. *******Turpin: from "cootie girl" to "征服する／打ち勝つd the world."
Source: Facebook - Taha Muntajibuddin?
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How elementary school いじめ（る）s tormented the oldest of the House of Horrors siblings for 存在 'smelly' and 述べるd her as the 'cootie kid'... 
