Personal.

If you've been snooping around my NekoWeb site's blog page for a while, you can probably build a pretty clear image of my situation at school, but here on SpaceHey, let me summarize that in one post, from the start to the present, to the best of my memory. I'm currently a high school freshman.

At the beginning of my 6th grade year I had to go to the school's nearby playground to wait while my then-kindergarten-aged little sister played. It was there that I saw a kid Raymond Sanchez sitting in a tube slide on his phone. Naturally at the time, I went to push him down as I went down myself, so that we could get stuck for as long as possible and maybe try to climb up again, and also to spawn a game of tag. Yes, my mind was still in the 3rd grade. My family didn't have me and my sister go to school from 2020 through 2022 due to COVID and the fact that we'd moved school districts in 2020.

Well, anyway, that game of tag worked at least thrice. I originally thought that once you're off school grounds you're free to swear however you want. Once I told Raymond "Screw your grandma!" because I didn't really know what that really meant. That kid (and also his pal Kai Sangveraphunsiri, sometimes also in the same slide) needless to say got pissed off some time. Mom for whatever reason thought Raymond and I were "friends", I assume, because she embarrassed me by telling Raymond that it was my birthday. He then began shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU" over and over and over despite my telling him to cut it out.

Because of the constant swearing, I was called in to Principal Duarte's office. I thought I'll get detention, but I was lucky that I received a warning. I also called in Raymond and Kai as we three are involved.

It was October 14, 2022, the final day of the first quarter. I had missed the class playing Minecraft because it was my last day at the computer science electives wheel. I probably wouldn't care about Minecraft even then. I instead struggled with operating Flight Sim X, but I digress.

From that time to winter 2022 - 2023 there wasn't any notable incidents. That is, until January 2023 when Gavin Poulos (my arch-nemesis) and Sterling Kirby started annoying me, as well as Xavier Winstead and Hussein Ahmadi. My memory is getting a bit foggy, but I remember that I'd teased them, called them some name puns for the fun of it such as "Steering Wheel Kirby," for example.

Then they themselves got really fed up so they began annoying me by disturbing me when I'm trying to work (or it's something like that). One time, during math, Gavin and Sterling noticed my real, LEGAL name, one among thirty, projected on the teacher's screen. I remember we were doing an online math assignment, and she went over the answers. I guess that was the time they REALLY began to milk the name to the point that I began hating myself. I don't even use the name in public, and no, I'm not going to even tell you what it is even in PINYIN, because I'm practically the only guy from the entire People's Republic of China to bear this name, if not one with the EXACT Hanzi combinations. It's embarrassing.

To this day, he and his henchmen (there's a massive ton now) STILL yell "[LEGAL NAME] ZHONG!" whenever any one of them passes by me. I've tried to scream at them to shut up, doesn't work. Believe me, throughout my middle school career I've tried to tell the principal and vice principal about it. I wanted those kids to be forcibly transferred schools. Nothing came out of them. They told me to just "ignore them" like THAT helps???

Imagine if some lunatic was yelling every racial slur he could think of at the top of his lungs in a subway car. Can you easily "ignore" him and do NOTHING? Let him get away scot-free? No. Occasionally, those kids blurted out "Ching Chong!" and even produced a FULL MOCK MANDARIN SPEAKING, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?! Even my parents didn't really make a big fuss about it when I mentioned the "Ching Chong" thing, unfortunately.

One time in February 2023 I made a cartoonish exaggerated confused face while saying "What?" after Gavin called my name just before the school day is over. He imitated how I really looked. He STILL, in our FRESHMAN year nearly THREE years later, does that literally to this day for the hell of it.

In May that year, I was waiting to go to my 3rd period, which was conveniently next to the lunch tables which had been moved out of the 6th grade amphitheater area to make way for seats for the 8th grade awards banquet. Gavin was with his gang of cronies. He called out my legal name again. As a result, I was set off. I chucked Diary of a Wimpy Kid (that I conveniently had with me purely to distract myself. As a matter of fact, I usually carry a book while walking in an attempt distract myself from reality.) at them, and I threw my binder in the air. I was called to Vice Principal Torres's office for the period. No real repercussions were given to anyone, including me, as far as I know.

Because I have CONSTANTLY been told to "ignore them" (Ugh! I hate typing it out!), I became too afraid to speak out. It was like schools purposefully HATES victims and SUPPORTS the perpetrators. As a result, all I could do was to literally scream at them to SHUT THE HELL UP. It's a habit that to this day I still haven't shaken off.

By the way, Xavier moved schools for the 8th grade. He wouldn't stop making faces and weird noises specifically toward me. At least there was SOME improvement. The rest of the gang, again, weren't punished in ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, apparently.

At the start of the 8th grade, I overheard those guys talking slack in mock Mandarin. I told them that it was "Czechoslovak" and "Czech" trying to shut them up. Guess what? Now those jackasses' favorite "joke" is to "ask" me "Andy! Do you speak Czech?" No. But they pretend to be deaf just to piss me off. They sometimes pulled this shit over and over and over. Throughout the year it's like this. Even today in HIGH SCHOOL it's like this. Even when I said "Yes" they didn't really fuck off.

I should say that lunch is my most vulnerable time. The lunch lines were the worst places to be. More often than not, I had to line up in a standstill next to those sons of bitches. Occasionally, I verbally screamed at them. If the supervisor Mr. John heard anything, he tells everyone to be quiet and stop. Once or twice I got to have my place in line moved to the front at a different line. Nonetheless, when I get my lunch, I trot away as fast as I could without running.

The library and Ms. Burrows's room were my refuge in the 7th and 8th grades respectively. It's relatively quiet and orderly in both places. I could play Wii games and watch movies on DVD and VHS in Ms. Burrows's Home Base. But most of the time, I just lied down, just waiting. Once I step outside to get to class, I had to brace for impact. I also sat outside the lunch area just eating and waiting for lunch to end.

9th grade hasn't been any better. There's this guy in nearby Coach Baldwin's class who I don't even know the name of who basically recycled Gavin's Czech "joke" with his OWN groups of lackeys. This time, it occured in the P.E. locker rooms as I feverishly try to change out ASAP, and outside on the blacktop as I wait for Coach Henderson and my classmates to come out. High school is no different, apparently.

It was only on this Thursday (November 6, 2025) as I waited to run the mile (Fuck the Imperial system, but I'm forced to use it anyway, so fuck me.) that after I explained that Czech is an EUROPEAN language whereas Mandarin is ASIAN, that Gavin actually understood the difference. But immediately before then, I'd pulled the same "joke" upon him to give a taste of his own medicine (which I helped create but it matters not).

I guess I deserve all this... but then again, it STILL HASN'T STOPPED. 3 years of torture for just a few months' of teasing is simply OVERKILL. The teachers tell me to hold my horses, I'll say that I doubt it'll ever work in practice. I am too old to build any feasible friendships. Everyone has already made up their minds by 3rd grade. As of today, I've been beaten to complete silence at school.

As a result of my ordeal, I no longer welcomed ANY attention directed toward me from from ANY of my classmates whatsoever. Yesterday (November 7, 2025) a bunch of kids cheered for me to sprint out to the lunch lines. I hated that, because they always make such a huge fuss out of absolutely ANYTHING they can.

I think this is it for today. Thank you for reading.