Michael Ahn<\/p>\n
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I’ve known Inbar since the wee days of grade 9. She had frizzy long hair and
\nglasses. Kind of like a nerd you would shove into a locker. I don’t remember
\nmuch, but what I do remember is that she gave me sass and some how made me feel
\nunappreciated (a recurring theme in this article). I also thought she was ugly.<\/p>\n
The first real interactions I had with her started in grade 10. We were both \u201cCan I do this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou’re stupid\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnyone want Tim’s?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShut up\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey Inbar, Looking fly!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou are trash\u201d<\/p>\n Granted, none of that was ever actually said but you get the idea. The main thing to It was grade 11 things started to change for the worse. She ditched the glasses That brings us to our final year. I became stage crew head and Inbar’s horribleness has not changed. She constantly undermines my authority (\u201c What authority?\u201d) and no matter what I do to showcase leadership she manages to me feel stupid. Not only that but I’ve started to pick up a few new hobbies and she constantly makes fun of me for it. Michael Ahn I’ve known Inbar since the wee days of grade 9. She had frizzy long hair and glasses. Kind of like a nerd you would shove into a locker. I don’t remember much, but what I do remember … Continue reading
\nyoung-ins on stage crew and didn’t really talk. My first memory of her was
\nsitting beside her on a bench backstage. It was awkward trying to make small
\ntalk and I’m pretty sure to this day she was pretending to text to avoid
\ntalking to me. Through out that inaugural year I learned to hate her with a
\npassion. <\/em>Not because it was awkward, but because she shut me down every
\ntime I said anything.<\/p>\n
\nkeep in mind was that in grade 10 short hair-bar was introduced and we were
\nforced to collaborate (not because we wanted to, but because we had to).<\/p>\n
\nand got contacts. She was also gaining more friends. My worst fears were
\nbeginning to come true: She was gaining confidence (\u201cI’m not confident, just an
\nasshole\u201d her words, not mine). Now not only was she attacking my self esteem at
\nthis point but she was getting others in on it to. It only gets worse from
\nhere. She became employed at the same co-op placement I had applied for. It was
\nduring these times I learned it just wasn’t productive to hate Inbar. You had
\nto learn to channel it. She began criticizing the way I talked (\u201cYou have a face
\nfor radio, but not the voice\u201d). Admittedly I have an occasional stutter. I
\nsometimes talk too fast or slur my words but she was ruthless and tore at me
\nuntil I just accepted that I don’t speak good. Something at this point in the
\nyear changed though. After being forced around her for such a long time, I had
\ncome to see her as a reliable friend. It only took eighteen months but who’s
\ncounting?<\/p>\n
\nIf you ever see me backstage during an event with the clear com headset and I’m
\nlooking sad, it’s because that used to be her job. And now I have to do it. The
\nabsolute WORST part about all of this? I’m stuck going to prom with her…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"