When I was in seventh grade, I competed at the United States Junior National Figure Skating Championships. While at the competition, I was given a special skaters only T-shirt that I decided would be great to wear to school when I got back to California.
I apparently was mistaken. What seemed to me like a great way to tell the world how great I was, was apparently just an invitation for everyone in my classes to make fun of me.
Although I have since overcome this haunting memory, it seems that some of my fellow students are still stuck with their seventh grade immaturity and still see a problem with the fact that I skate.
For those of you that are unaware, I have been figure skating for 11 years now, and with that have been receiving criticism about it for about seven (my kindergarten class didn’t seem to have any problem with my skating obsession).