answer:I honestly can’t remember a single event that stands out, but it is probable that in my case it was also a teacher, they told me “you will never be anyone in life” as well as calling me “furniature boy” with the insinuation being that I’m only good for taking up room. Maybe I should mail the bitch a copy of my paycheck this week. Insults are very creative where I live, e.g “I shit on your dead relatives and blood line” being fairly popular here, but they are too run of the mill to offend, and I’m probably past being able to be offended at this point in life.