Ugliest kid in gradeschool

In all my years in grade school there was one standout, ugliest kid.

Her name was Valerie, and she was really tall, at least 6ft in 6th grade, very very white, with short carrot red hair, yellowish brown eyes and she was covered in freckles and lots of pimples. Even on her back. When she jumped in the pool, everyone else got out. Her head seemed really big and her teeth were all crooked.

I didn’t pick on her personally, (too busy getting beat up myself) but the other kids sure did. I always wonder if she grew up to be some tall Nordic-looking supermodel, but… probably not.

Who do you remember as the ugliest kid in school, and what made them so wildly unpopular?

haha! I was the ugliest kid in school. Really. The English teacher felt so sorry for me he asked some boys to ask me to the prom. Of course no one did.

Anyway, I turned out rather nicely. I didn’t find out I was beautiful until I was 26 or so. In high school I was all gangly and coltish and terribly shy in social settings. My hair always sported a bad perm, thanks to my mom, and I wore some very unattractive glasses.

I can’t say I’ve gotten any more graceful, but it seems that my long limbs are more attractive to the opposite sex than they used to be. I guess I’m just more comfy in my body now, and it shows.

I went to school with a girl that looked kinda like Ernest Borgnine, but uglier. She had a real unpleasent voice, too. Always sat in the front seat of the bus. Terribly unpopular, as far as I know, but she never seemed too bothered by it as I recall. She had a few people she hung out with.

Never saw her (or any of crowd) at any reunions or anything.

Ah! One more thing:

I’ve seen pictures of my wife in gradeschool, and MAN! was she “odd” looking! Horrible, horrible clothes, hair and glasses, as well as being lanky and tall.

Her high school pictures look like glamor shots! She ain’t bad looking now, either! :wink:

Some guys have all the luck, and I’m some guy!


BCS stands for Best at Choosing Second

I was an ugly kid in high school – overweight, covered with zits, clumsy and awkward…

It’s been ten years and now that the acne’s gone and I’ve dropped 80 pounds, I’d like to think that I’m better looking. All the women I’ve dated in the last couple years have told me that I’m quite attractive by male standards, but for some reason I have trouble believing them and on some deep emotional level I still see myself as an ugly person. It’s a difficult habit to break.

Funny, in high school I had crushes on a lot of girls that other people considered ugly. Maybe it’s because I knew the “pretty” girls were way out of my league and not even worth the effort – or perhaps it’s because I’ve always been more attracted to personality over superficial qualities (yes, even as a teenager), so the smart, kind, witty, and confident girls always won my heart even if they weren’t supermodels on the outside.

I was a definite contender for ugliest kid in school, but I’m reasonably nice-looking these days. I sorta figured out what to do with all that hair, got contacts, and lost the braces. I wouldn’t say I’m a stunner or anything, but I’m fairly pretty.

I don’t know if I was the ugliest, but I was certainly awkward-looking in my childhood. All arms and legs, my nose was too big, rail-thin body. I might not have been hideous, but I was tormented as though I was. I was, however, fortunate in that I never had a horrible acne problem.

I was one of those rare people for whom puberty was a blessing. I grew into the nose, the arms and legs are now “long” when they were once “gangly”, and the body filled out a lot. Boy, I’d love to meet up with some of my old classmates now!

The ugliest girl in my Harbor Elementary School in Baldwin, NY was a girl named Ginny. I remember this story like it was yesterday…

It was one of the first beautiful Spring days in early May, 1975. I ate (inhaled) lunch with the friends in my 3rd grade class and shot out to the schoolyard to play. It was also the day my Mother was picked to be the Volunteer Mom. By maternal duty standards, it was a pretty simple task I guess. The mom-d’jour would be given a whistle and asked to watch over 400 or so screaming lunatics at play. If a fight broke out, a baseball card throw-up© got out of hand or someone got trampled playing Rumble©, the Schoolyard Mom would intercede.

Little did I know my mother was keeping one eye on the crowd and the other on her mischievious son. I don’t recall if she was using her super perceptive senses or had secretly sewn a bugging device into my fruit of the looms, but at a distance of at least 100 yards, she caught me teasing, taunting and basically trying to make life a living hell for an older girl named Ginny - a kid who had been given the nickname Frankenstein.

Without knowing what had happened to me, I was literally yanked from the playground by me left ear and read the riot act.

“How dare you!” she said. “I thought I raised you better than that.”

“But Mom,” I argued, “She is ugly - With that freaky, buck-toothed face and those stupid metal things on her legs.”

“Well young man, I guess when your punishment starts today, you’ll soon see those braces on her legs are there for a reason,” she said - with an obvious look of pain and disappointment in her face.

“Punishment?” I asked. “For what? Everyone calls her Frankenstein.”

Needless to say, I lost that argument. At 3:05 that afternoon my rather unique punishment commenced. I was to read a chapter a day from a book entitled “Ginny: A True Story.” Even though I didn’t understand the big words on the jacket, it appeared to be written from a lady in our town of Baldwin, A Mrs. Carson.

I came to learn Ginny was a very special - and by some standards; rather fortunate. A few years earlier, just prior to my family moving into town from the city, Ginny Carson was, by all accounts, a very friendly, playful, caring and beautiful little girl. She, like myself, even liked to play kickball. A the tender age of 6, she was stuck down by a car on Grand Ave and left permanently disfigured, mentally handicapped and crippled.

It was somewhere around the middle of the book, at around chapter 7 or 8, I came to realize I’d never, ever tease someone because they looked or acted ‘differently’. Even though I was too young to comprehend every word I was reading, her family’s anguish & her pain came through as clear a crystal. I thought back to all the times she was teased and taunted and how she never stopped smiling and I realized how beautiful she was.

I don’t know what ever happened to Ginny, but thoughts of her and her ceaseless smile still brings a tear to my eye. She was beautiful and her experiences taught me how precious life truly is.

I was so ugly that when I was born the mid wife smacked my Dad instead of me.

At school however I was absolutely stunning, long blonde hair,large breasts,shapely legs and a beautiful disposition…Oh wait, that was the girl everyone fancied, I was still an ugly bugger who could crack eggs just by looking at them and cause teachers to burst into tears at the sight of me.

NOBODY IS UGLY, REMEMBER THAT AND TEACH YOUR CHILDREN THE SAME MESSAGE.

Hear! Hear! spogga! Well said!

Although I must admit my ex-husband used to say that I had the kind of face that could haunt houses. Hmmmmm, lovely fellow, he was (NOT!) :stuck_out_tongue:

There was this girl in my 1st grade class.
Not the ugliest girl, but funny glasses, buck teeth. We got along OK, but at that point I did not understand the point of two sexes.
Sue moved away after a year or so. Out of sight, out of mind.

Fast forward to my senior year in high school. New girl shows up. Long legs, big boobs, perfect hair, perfect teeth, no glasses. on a scale of ten a good solid 9.9.
You got it. Sue was back, and boy did she grow up to be smoking hot.

JohnBckWLD and spogga got it right. Don’t make fun. ounever know

younever

I was the ugly girl in school.

I had good teeth, nice hair, good skin, but I was fat. Automatic “ugliest” ranking.

I have a picture from my first middle school dance. I’m in the middle of two of my friends. I could have wiped the floor with either of them, but I didn’t know it.

You bet your ass there’s gonna be some divine retribution at my first high school reunion in 2006. I’m gonna look so good it’s not even going to be funny. :smiley:

And this makes what they did different how? So it’s still all about looks then?

I had a big glasses thing going on when I first started high school, but I soon ditched them and grew me a nice big attitude problem - it worked wonders with the lads! :smiley:

I was the ugly one. Apparantly, my most redeeming feature was that I had “fit ankles”. I was short (well, I still am), and by cruel teenage standards, ridiculously fat. I had big glasses, and was destined to be everyone’s “friend”. You know, the one everyone asks for help on their homework sort of friend. The school uniform, and the fact that my mother always insisted I wear baggy shapeless clothes really didn’t help.

I was the ugly one–or at least I felt like I was which kind of helped make it a self fulfilling prophecy. I was short (till about 15), flat chested (again, till about 15), fat (the big uglifier for most teens), I had a wide array of dental problems that had me wearing the antenna-type headgear for quite a while, and I wore glasses.

At 15 I grew boobs (thank god!) and got tall, but I didn’t lose that “I’m ugly” attitude for many years after that. It’s funny how long that stays with you when you get it into your head that it’s true.

For years when I was a kid, my uncle used to call me Fea, and told me it meant “beautiful”. It wasn’t till I was in about 6th grade I realized that it meant ugly in spanish.

I have had people tell me I look exactly the same as the last time they saw me and they haven’t seen me in 25 years. Its because even as a kid, my head was the same size as it is now. It took decades to grow into it. Thank god it fits now.

One thing I did learn, being unattractive in school really helped me develop a personality and charactor, and being unpopular made me have a really quick wit and a unique sense of humor.
I don’t think I would have had either if all I had to do was look pretty to be accepted and liked.

Oh, and getting beat up by all the kids helped me have lightening fast reflexes and taught me how to fall without getting hurt.

I can trace my complete acceptance of the theory of evolution back to grade school, where there was a kid who appeared to be a transitional form, somewhere between Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon. He had mastered tool use, but not much beyond that.

Jack
He wears the same jacket hes been wearing for 5+ years, wears dirty raggedy clothes, and he’s not really poor, just a lazy slob.
He is disliked most because if you try talking with him legitimately, he just dismisses you and uses his terrible (star wars/trek related mostlikely) inside jokes to insult you.