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What I Want You to Know About Bullying the Night Before Inauguration Day

His face was scattered with crater-like acne scars and budding new pimples. I remember his beady eyes being a muddy-brown and void of compassion. The sinking feeling that rippled through me as we passed in our high school hallways is branded in my visceral memory. His name was Chris. That’s actually not true, but I don’t want to use his real name. Even though it was 25 years ago, I’m not in the business of public shaming, so I’ll just call him “Chris.” High school can be tough to navigate… Read more What I Want You to Know About Bullying the Night Before Inauguration Day